Saturday, September 17, 2011

I love living in the south!

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?


cookingwithgas said...

the south is a strange and wonderous place.
We loved our trip and we do have stories for you!

Tracey Broome said...

Oh boy! Stories!!

Michèle Hastings said...

that is so cool that you can still do that here... i wonder if there are restrictions as to what properties are allowed to have family plots.

Tracey Broome said...

Hey MIchele, I don't know what the rules are about getting buried in your front yard. What happens if the house needs to be sold, that is my question! Someone buys grandma :)