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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
photographed 12.11.2020
Memorial Day
It was so cold that it was hard to imagine that Memorial Day, all the way at the end of May, was even a thing that would ever happen.
Blue Hill, Nebraska
photographed 12.11.2020
On the fly
Cold weather must be on the way: the Canada geese that winter here are arriving.
Meadow, Texas
photographed 11.7.2020
War Memorial, with chairs
Some people might think stopping at all these different cemeteries would get redundant. Those people would be wrong. For example, this is the first time I’ve spotted metal folding chairs facing opposite directions in front of a war memorial.
Meadow, Texas
photographed 11.7.2020
One Day | One Image 