I need to periodically post some photos from warmer days to help remind myself that there is beauty and warmth buried under the snow.
One, bright, warm, fall day we stumbled upon this little country cemetery. It was the most unique cemetery I have ever been to.
There were several wooden crosses. . .
. . . a line of pvc crosses. . .
. . .and then there were the ghosts hanging from the trees. How do you think they got there and, um, why?
