Saturday, February 25, 2006

A Southern Indiana Hillside

On a business trip, it was a horrendously cold day in January 2003. On a lonely road my fascination seized upon this scene.

"Beside the road at its crest a still higher summit rose, bleak and windswept, and I saw that it was a burying-ground where black gravestones stuck ghoulishly through the snow like the decayed fingernails of a gigantic corpse." - The Festival.

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