I’ve been driving past the white hills cemetery for months now, admiring the beauty and the tranquility of the big peppercorn trees at the entrance.
I finally convinced myself to stop there with my camera yesterday. I’ve driven past there so many times, some of them I’ve even had my camera on the off chance that I had time. Usually I convinced myself that I didn’t have time. But yesterday I finally I beat my nerves (another story) and stopped and took some shots.