Final Rest
A few headstones and a permanently open gate are all that mark this cemetery, buried deep in the corn fields of South Dakota. Someone still tends the grass, the only disturbance to the sleep of the dead.
A few headstones and a permanently open gate are all that mark this cemetery, buried deep in the corn fields of South Dakota. Someone still tends the grass, the only disturbance to the sleep of the dead.
The Duluth Rose Garden overlooks the twin ports.
You can just see a chipmunk exiting stage bottom.
A yellow rose grows wild along the Highline Canal. An early morning rain shower adds photogenic drops and strengthens the greens.
A mountain bluebird looks out through snow flurries. She has found the perfect size branch to perch on.
Wires hang from what used to bring TV to these houses near the Moffat tunnel.
Lake Superior has many colors, from the browns of the mud bluffs to the ice clear and ice cold waters of the north shore rocks. Here it is green, and so is the Meyer’s Beach sea cave it is illuminating.
An empty coffee cup matches the bear berries and the snow.