The calendar led me to believe it might be warm; it was the third week of April, after all. It was not warm; it wasn’t even cool. So my day of photographing rural Michigan devolved into whatever I could shoot in brief forays from the car.
Fortunately, the caretaker’s shack at this cemetery was close by and I was able to get a few shots before my fingers got too cold to work the shutter release. (And, yes, I DID have gloves. But gloves that are really toasty in Texas are mostly just decorative in Michigan.)
This side of the building, the west, had a lot more peeling paint than the other sides. That, plus what I observed that day, make me think that harsh winds from the west occur with some degree of regularity. In that way, it was a lot like home.
Oak Grove Cemetery
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