Today I would like to tell the story of this photo. It is one of my favorites, and the one that gave me confidence in my photographic abilities.
I shot this photo in Sturbridge Village, Massachusetts, just a precious few days before my only brother passed away. 20 years earlier, he had been in a terrible car accident, which left him paralyzed and without feeling from the neck down. He had been very ill for the previous few months and was near the end of his journey here on earth. Just as he was drifting into a peaceful sleep, he said, "It feels like someone is holding my hand." "It's God," I said, (for no one was there). "He's come to take you home." It was to be our last conversation.
Now, as I look at this photo, I like to think of my brother and the Lord, hand in hand, walking up the Narrow Road that leads to the Gateway of Heaven.
Enter ye in by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many are they that enter in thereby. For narrow is the gate, and straitened the way, that leadeth unto life, and few are they that find it. Matthew 7:13-14
