The Hidden Cemetery

We had arrived at the cemetery, and I left you with this photo in the previous post about our Sunday drive into the colourful, autumn hinterland.

That was the first gate. If you could enlarge the photo enough (which I doubt you can do at this resolution), you could see a second gate down (up?) yonder. Here it is. This sign is less worn than the one at the first gate: Tennant Cemetery,

There was a section to the right that was cleared and sunny, but I concentrated on the more picturesque part that you can see from the gate (above) with the background colour.

It seemed fitting or poignant, somehow, to see loose gravestones around the remains of the dead tree trunk in the background. 

This was my favourite photo, not only of the cemetery but of the whole drive. I  stitched 4 vertical photos together to show more of the scene. I think this captures the setting best with with leading lines of a sort converging on the well lit far corner.

It was a nice find, but Hermione the Honda was waiting patiently to take us home.

I suspect that might be it for autumn rambles, for the week's weather does not look good at all. As I sit writing this post on Tuesday morning, it is raining and dark outside, and the forecast for the rest of the week doesn't look exactly enticing.

Addendum: If you will excuse this slight bit of hubris, I would to append this picture of a photographer wandering about perplexedly, hat on backwards (which makes it easier to lift the camera). I don't do very well at taking what we might call b-roll photos of what surrounds a photoshoot because I my tiny brain gets locked into searching for those nice compositions. Sue is much better at documenting the peripheral goings-on.