This is a cemetery at Almaden Quicksilver Park in California.
Every time I'm here, it strikes me that even the grave markers are gone. Miners are buried here, a reminder of days when death was common.
The people buried here...their children are gone, grandchildren are old...they are...unknown
That's me standing behind the "float copper" in Marquette, MI
My son said this reminded him of "Vlad the Impaler" - but it's really a sculpture from the Chihuly exhibit at Meijer Garden a couple of years ago.
Yeah...ADDed a few pounds....back on a weight watchers
This is the first time in a while that I've played...but I have such a good one!
Okay, so it's the rocks that are "rippling" and not the water. But this is one of my favorite texture photos.
A pair of bald eagles have a nest about twenty minutes away from my house
- not very imaginative...
There was a time when this spot was empty. There will be a time when the spots around it will be filled.
Now it is time to go to sleep, Do not cry and do not weep, Far away may angels guide, Little child on heavenly ride, To kingdoms far away and then, To eternal kingdoms from within. -S.K. Lindeman
(UPDATE: the TN CHICK has lost her dog in an very urban area - Zoey has been gone for over 3 days now...)
(This sign appeared at our local zoo when "Precious" - our komodo dragon - came to live)