It had been too long since I was out doing my thing as a photographer.
After several days of much rain and gloom, today at midday the clouds began to thin and part, showing a bit of clean blue sky.
I packed a couple of cameras, film and digital, and took the short drive to St. Martin's, which I believe is the oldest resting place for souls in High Ridge.
The weather was cool, and the atmosphere was palpable. It was a good place to stretch my legs, no crowds, no need for social distancing.
The film from the Mamiya ZE is awaiting a drop off at the post office Monday for shipment to the lab in Kansas.
When the film ran out I switched over to a Pentax K110D digital body and 18-55mm lens.
As I was sorting and editing the images below, I was noticing elements of life and rebirth, in the mosses and lichens clinging to the stone, and the greening turf promising Spring days to come.