Snead's Ferry is the shrimp capitol of North Carolina and an interesting little village.  The locals resent the heck out of the tourists who come in and reshape things to suit themselves, but they don't mind the tourist dollar at the seafood shacks.  Shrimping is big business and hard work.  Still, we found our share of shrimpers sitting back and taking in the day when we took a ride around the village a few weeks ago.

As the Marine Corps expands its presence in the area, new subdivisions are appearing left and right.  Still, life goes on the old way in the Ferry.
I love it.
There is a meeting house in the village that is surrounded by burying grounds full of all kinds of grave markers. Some are poured concrete with the names and dates drawn in.  Here is Debrid, who was loved by Jesus.  The figurine is part of the statement.
Here's a baby who lived a day 43 years ago who has not been forgotten.  This stuff breaks your heart.
Here's another life that has earned a lot of remembering.
And some more poured concrete--and a carefully wrought backwards N.  This place reminded me how so may of us--most of us--do what we can with what we have where we are.  Life chooses us.  That's important, and it's very beautiful--and humbling.

Our World Tuesday