Della and I headed out on a very cold Sunday afternoon to play with our cameras. I gave Dell my Canon PowerShot because it's time for her to move up from her pocket Canon and for me to make better use of my DSLR. So we literally stepped out of the comfort zone, froze our fannies off, and spent some time with subjects that didn't moan and groan as we made our way around the buttons and dials of our picture machines.
This graveyard in Roxbury, Connecticut, is filled with families and war heroes. It's a neat place. There is "wife of" after "wife of", children resting under tiny stones, and there is Edd. His last name is Ward (Edd Ward. Yes.) and he was killed by a horse on a July 4 in the 19th century. Poor Edd.
Our World Tuesday
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