So the weekend after I got my new camera, my husband Trever and I were driving around, running errands and looking for awesome places to take pictures. We decided to go to Morton for lunch, and on the way , drove by a cemetery on Queenwood Road. Because we were hungry, we decided to stop back after we had lunch.
I had Trever let me off on the side of the road, and then he turned around and pulled off in a little field access road, the only near place to park. We wandered around the cemetery taking pictures and marveling at the pattens in the snow drifts. Not a living soul had visited the inhabitants since the recent snow.
The snow and wind made incredible drifts around the stones. It was out in the middle of a corn field, nothing blocking the wild and blowing snow. The textures on the drifts, and the patterns the wind had made were beautiful.
The stones were old, but there were also a few more recent head stones. Maybe recent family members wished to be laid to rest near their loved ones. Long lives, short lives, lives cut too short, too soon.
Once the cold wind got to us, we made our way out of the cemetery and back to the car. I stopped for a few last pictures of the wrought iron fence, and made my way down the slippery slope and to the car. Trever started the car, and we realized the car was stuck in the mud. Trev rocked the car back and forth and we were almost out of the rut several times, but to no avail. I finally got out and gave the car a small push, just enough to get it going, only being splashed with a little bit of mud. I guess it was my penance for suggesting he park the car there in the first place.