In just a matter of minutes, the weather changed. The thin grey clouds became low and heavy. The wind picked up, whipping the Spanish moss around. The trees groaned against the storm. And the photographer was very content with the entire situation.
St. Charles Borromeo Cemetery
Grand Coteau, Louisiana
Poor angel: she’s missing some critical components. At first, I thought maybe she’d fallen over, but I’ve drifted to another idea now, and think she’s probably the victim of cemetery vandalism. But either way, she’s still doing her assigned task, watching over the grave of Tommie Allen, who died in 1911, just five days shy of his ninth birthday.
On this part of the trip, we’d rented a cottage in Stow-on-the-Wold and made day trips from there. We’d start each day with an idea of where we were heading, but for various reasons those plans almost never worked out.
We DID mean to be in this town, but only because I had it confused with someplace else that I’d seen on a previous visit. After a pub lunch (in a building that dates to ~1400), we wandered around the churchyard. I’d like to tell you that I set up the shot of that couple walking toward the graveyard. But I just hate to lie to my loyal reader(s), so I’ll go ahead and let you know that was a lucky composition that went unnoticed until I got home. Sometimes these things work out…