There's a graveyard in the deep backwoods of New England where many of Lynn's relatives were laid to rest. Every so often we visit to clean up the stones and markers. My love of photographing such places is a passion. In this particular cemetery there's a marker in the far back corner where an 18-year old local athlete is buried alongside his moss covered helmet and cleats and i'm always drawn to it. This past weekend something happened that has happened to Lynn & I in the past... Cold, cloudy and grey with no breeze blowing and just the sounds of cars on a far away road and suddenly the chimes sound... Once would be weird but more than once ....?????