Raising the ghostly sepia image to the sky, I attempt to line up the photo’s faded horizon line with that of the tree-lined landscape before me. Mechanical cogs in my head finally lock in place with certainty; the two images match and I’ve located the site of my great grandparents’ wedding day. Little remains of the Methodist church shown in the aged photograph and it makes me a little melancholic; here I am, their great grandson, standing on the same hilltop, on a minuscule island in an all-but forgotten corner of the world, 87 years late for the party.
Author: Daniel Walton
Date: 01/04/16
Publication: Jetsetter