Sonntag, 22. September 2013

Cemetery Sunday

I remember once I went to my great-grandmother's house. It was a big white house & it always smelled like slightly burned toast & raspberry jam. She had a picture of Jesus on the wall in her living room. She told me his eyes would follow you around when you walked. I told a friend about it a while ago. He nodded & said he used to have a Chihuahua that did the same thing.

                                                          - storypeople -

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  1. Beautiful pictures. Great post.

    Thank you for linking up with Cemetery Sunday

    Beneath Thy Feet

  2. Passend zu einem stillen Sonntag.
    Schöne Bilder. Strahlen Ruhe und Frieden aus.

    Liebi Grüessli

  3. Ich mag die alten Friedhoefe, wo so vieles vom Efeu ueberwachsen ist, wie in einem Deiner Photos hier zu sehen ist. Wunderschoen.