Lives Gone By

One of the curses and blessings of being a photographer is that you are always on the lookout for a good image. This means two things as far as I am concerned. One ... I tend to weave when I drive because I tend to keep looking for images and not paying attention to the road. Two ... I tend to stop at unexpected places.


I saw this cemetery on a side of a small country road

Born the same year I was. Who could this person have been. What could they have done with their life?



I had to laugh at the Halloween decoration at this cemetery

They died together. This one gave me a warm feeling.