Graveyards are just a station in life, one of those transition points. Perhaps it’s easier being a guy because I can just stroll through most cemeteries with little regard to safety.
They are places of history, mystery and escape, rain or shine, and I like that. Of course, I greatly prefer my… crotch-rocket (BMW motorcycle) but then this is a post about transition and passage, which I hope never to fuse with riding (i.e., death by motorcycle). Well, that’s glum, unlike both of these photos even though they were shot on a relatively dreary day. I was really pleased by the amazing taupe light in the photo below – makes the Mars Red of my SUV even richer. And I love the light bouncing through the clouds in the photo further below (Snow Angel).