Spent most of my life pushing a pen under fluorescent lights, inhaling stale office air and listen to the clatter of typewriters and ringing of phones.
My last seventeen years of working life were exchanged for a spade and lawnmower, the scent of roses, the sight and sounds of birds and ever changing skies at this local cemetery.
Have been back many times to visit my mother, step-father, family and friends, but this time I took my camera to show a glimpse of the beauty of our local cemetery.
In case you will recognize a grave and don't want to see it published,
just leave a message in my guest book and I will delete the picture.