A blanket of snow seems to make everything a little more quieter. A little more peaceful.
A little more reverent.
Winter changes delicate flowers into wispy trails that continue to adorn in a harsh landscape.
My new shop sign receives the first of its many exposures to the natural elements of our climate.
From the shop there is a path that leads into an old forgotten cemetery that we are in the process of restoring.
An angel sleeps.
A mother with her babes.
Their names may forever remain unknown, or some day we just may get lucky and figure it all out.
But for now, may they rest in peace knowing they will be remembered by those who find their way here to visit in the many years to come.
