Down the street from me, there’s a Halloween display featuring spider webs and grave stones. It’s cute and it makes me smile, but I also shake my head because I don’t find graveyards scary at all. They’re pretty, they’re peaceful, and in some cases they remind of those we love who are gone. Our town has three cemeteries, and I prefer one in particular because of the way it's situated overlooking a waterway we call Little Harbor. On a foggy day last week, I went there with a specific plan to stand at the shore there to take a picture of a dock that juts out into the water from and adjoining property. I’ve photographed it before, and this time, I was hoping to get it with a background of fall color. Just as I arrived, the sun broke through though, and there was a powerboat tied up to the dock which would have ruined the shot anyway.
Here's what I found instead.