I spent a few peaceful hours at the old city cemetery in lynchburg on saturday. the season's beauty is just beginning to emerge. it was a perfect space of nature, history, and spirit (both departed and present).
as I was nearing the end of my walk, I heard a joyous voice over by the children's garden, "mommy, look what I found for my fairy house!" the sweet girl's exhilaration at a found object was surpassed only when she flew high in the sky on the old wooden swing. her mother graciously allowed me to capture her pure joy in the experience.
what a place.
