The day being so warm and bright, we had taken advantage of our polarized sunshades. Against the spring sky it stood soldier-straight, resembling a giant bridal bouquet. It was stationed in a graveyard and encircled with crooked stones that marked the small army of graves. Ecstatic, Tom broke out his gear and went to work. We consider this 'his time' so while he photographed I studied the area, the heady scent of the dogwood threading through the air as I walked along the concrete paths ribboned throughout the graveyard.
Graveyards can be quite fascinating.
There were so many stones. Some of the flowers that had been lovingly arranged had tumbled over and I took time to rectify the damage made by the hands of the winds. The dates on some of the stones were ancient and some were crumbled, the inscriptions lost in time, erased by the forces of nature. It seemed like no time before we hit the road again. Dotted along the road that fed into the park were more resilient white dogwoods in full bloom.