cold cold death
I was a junior in high school when my grandfather died; the day of his funeral was bitterly cold, with a hard wind from the north. Of course, since it was in the 1970s and I was an idiot, I wore a very short dress that day, and it took me quite a few days to thaw out. It served me right.
The weather here reminded me of that day. But at least this time, I was more suitably attired.
Blue Hill, Nebraska
Posted on January 8, 2021, in Photography and tagged 365 photo project, black and white photography, cemetery, learning to see, melinda green harvey, monochrome, nebraska, one day one image, photo a day, photography, postaday, reasons to stop, road trip, take time to look, things i see, thoughtful seeing, travel photography, winter. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.