Harley and Headstones

My weekly drive in the country yielded nothing. Well, I shouldn't say nothing. There were a handful of sand-hill cranes, and a few small killdeers, but none of them were posers.

So. I shot the Harley Davidson, being careful not to include the bike's owner. He was out among the headstones, paying tribute to a friend, soldier, or relative.

In some good news, my baby brother left the hospital today with all of his insides intact. Let's hope the medicine he is taking will control his problems, and that his life can return to being somewhat normal.