Over the river they beckon to me,
Loved ones who’ve crossed to the farther side,
The gleam of their snowy robes I see,
But their voices are lost in the dashing tide.
~Nancy Priest Wakefield, passage taken from ‘Over The River’
Stopped to take photographs in a small prairie cemetery near Tobias, NE. The late afternoon showers have finally subsided but the long-shadows creeping across the monuments tell me I don’t have much time. The moonlight shining through the breaking clouds is remarkable. Peace permeates this place; although it’s utterly quiet–no sounds at all.
~Journal Entry, 04/06/07
Cemetery in the light of the rising moon, near Tobias, NE
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