The only thing better than a graveyard in the snow is a graveyard in the snow at night.
Even without that option, the late afternoon was erily quiet, just me, my camera and the ghosts that went before.
Broken headstones creaking.
Angels weeping.
The only thing better than a graveyard in the snow is a graveyard in the snow at night.
Even without that option, the late afternoon was erily quiet, just me, my camera and the ghosts that went before.
Broken headstones creaking.
Angels weeping.