A few nights ago we came home from the town to the left, by a less traveled road.
There used to be a tiny town here. But little by little a group known as the Friends of the Gorge, who do not live here, began to buy up everything. Their goal was to return the old growth forested areas to the forest. One lone home still remains, a hold out against the "Friends".
This small graveyard is one of the other few things remaining. Fortunately for those here, the Friends have not tried to move them anywhere. It is hard to tell from the photo, though if you click on it, it does get bigger, but this is a sweet and private place of peace. I like to stop here. I like to leave flowers and to pick up trash that tourist leave behind.
The other photo, the one on the left, is the road home. I can't tell yet what it looks like on the blog, but I can tell you that this photo looks like how I feel about my home... it is the light at the end. A good place to be.
I did not care for the post I did earlier. So I removed it. I think only Citizen read it so far. It was about an odd portion of my life that I decided was best left more private. Not because it was terrible but because it would require too much explanation to clarify.
Anyway... apologies if you read it and now wonder-what-the-heck? I'll still answer any questions you may have had about it. I'd rather that than confusion.
I hope your home is the light place at the end of your road. Good night.