On Sunday after taking the image posted on Monday (Homer Fog Bank), I drove down into the fog heading north to the falls I wanted to see. As I round a corner on to a small road, I noticed this old cemetery on the hill side in the thick fog. I was reminded of a poster I have by Scott Mutter (see image) that shows how small we are in the rest of the world. The headstones are tiny in comparison to the large tree reaching up from the hollowed ground. In another context or time this might have felt sinister to me, but I was really more struck by a feelings of peace, loneliness and quiet. I know a weird mix of things.
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