33 years 4 mos.

I have a few flowers in the hopper still, but somehow those didn’t seem appropriate for All Hallow’s Eve. So instead, here’s a tombstone, from a wintry afternoon at St. Mary’s Catholic Cemetery on Chicago Avenue.

I love the way old grave stones give the person’s age in great detail, as if every day wrung out of life was an accomplishment and full credit should be given.

Happy trick-or-treating to all (or good luck in the pumpkin patch waiting for the Great Pumpkin, depending on your denomination…).