The old north wind
is beginning to blow...
we feel it even here
mornings are chilly..
leaves are falling..
time for things that go bump in the night..
and if you have been reading my blog for a while,
you know I do love a good bone yard..
especially at the end of the day..
When the shadows are long
and twilight is nagging...
who can resist long shadows?
my favorite boneyards are the oldest ones..
tears were dried long ago..
there were no glorious carved angels
or monuments in this
just simple markers..
and with so many stones weathered clean..
it reminded me of all of those nameless
photos in flea markets..
and it seemed heartbreakingly beautiful..
in so many ways..
My great adventure begins shortly
but I should be able to squeeze in a blog post on October
pages before I go..