Only in the south can you drive down a gravel road on a rainy Saturday afternoon on your way to a friend's house and see a fresh grave in the front yard of her neighbor. God bless the woman that was buried here. These are the things I see that make my life so full and these are the images Wesley lives for. I had to shoot this picture so I could email it to her. It's like a scrapbook image for a film student, isn't it?