This morning, my friend Niels reminded me that getting dirty in my overalls is nothing new. All those excavating barn, tunnel, and terrace times are so dear to my heart and very much missed. No wonder I hopped into that grave when given half a chance. Add in that I'm a "cemetery girl", and it was a done deal.
What better way to ease into Easter morning, than with some cemetery shots? Tombstones, symbols of life, crossing over, passing too soon, and the evidence of history and time; have always made cemeteries romantic, story-filled places to me.
The cemetery at the Chapel of the Cross was no different.
I hope you enjoy these photos!
Happy Easter Weekend!