After my evening walk, I was driving home when suddenly I noticed the angel statue at the entrance of Mount Olivet Cemetery, in St. Joseph. The sun was close to setting. I turned into the drive and got out to take a few pictures of the statue, then drove on into the cemetery. I felt like I had traveled to Europe; there was a lovely stone chapel in the distance and rows of tombstones creating long shadows. The sun was low on the horizon, creating a warm glow over everything. The shadows of the tombstones made a radial design and the shape of the cross was a significant symbol.
Death, a part of Life