Sorry about the silence for the past many days. I took a few days off to help Len with his rental business changeover, ended up having an emergency root canal (part one, anyway) and a flu. It was a wonderful week. Not.
Anyway, Len’s mother decided to have his father’s ashes interred on Wednesday. This picture actually has nothing to do with that particular grave, but it was the reason I was in a graveyard. I liked the way the cross and flag were reflecting in the stone across from it, but it didn’t come off all that well. Maybe if I had taken more time. I sort of knew it, too, but didn’t have time to take anything else.