So, I guess I take a lot of plant and pet photos; perhaps it’s time to branch out. But not today.

(Get it? Branch out? It’s a photo of a branch? Shut up. I’m funny.)


There is a gigantic cemetery near my house, one of the oldest, largest cemeteries in St. Paul, and it’s one of my favorite places to wander and take photos. You never know what you’ll find there! For example, these flowers left on the gravestone of a nun who died at the ripe old age of 101.


Sigh, I love Photoshop. A lot.