Our Sunday morning drive to church is one of my favorite things. We use only back roads through farms and small towns. Over the Winter, once the leaves and underbrush had all died away, we noticed on a little hill, far from everything, what looked like a small graveyard. We've been meaning to stop and investigate, and yesterday, camera in hand, we finally did.
Only after I looked at the shots on the computer at home did I realize that Finn was carrying his rubber-band gun. Kind of gives his shots a different feel.
The graves were very old. Many stones were worn smooth with age, but those that we could read died in the mid-1800's. It really very beautiful and looked like a very peaceful place to rest.