Too busy to post many words today. I will however leave you with some photos I took two days ago. When I returned home, I noticed a great many of the pictures I snapped were of roads going nowhere, or at least an invisible destination. Hmm, is my subconscious mind trying to tell me something?
I also took some of a graveyard, but the exploration of eternal resting places is a hobby in my family going back a couple of generations. Way back when I was knee hight to a headstone, we had some lovely macabre summer picnics in the local boneyard. I can still hear my mother’s exclamation, which was loud enough to wake the dead on several continents: “Look! Ah that poor dear only made it to twenty, must have died of the consumption. Oh and look at this one, left a widow with six children.” Who says history is only in a book? Okay, enough of the crypt keeper talk, here are the photos and I’ll post a real something or other tomorrow, for those who give a hoot. Be good to yourselves.