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Friends. Four drinks lay against the headstone of a friend not wholly lost. Photo by Brice Everett Wallace for MCOM-3360. April 9, 2025.
Whenever I go on a bike ride or want to go to a quiet place away from my home, I usually pass through the local cemetery. I very much appreciate how far away it is from most of the road sounds and it gives me a quiet place to sit or walk around. I noted this grave on the far north side of the cemetery once before, and I recognized it as a memorial to a groups friend. It was sad, but also heartwarming to think that the group still believes he’s a part of it. When I took the picture, the sun was in front of me, causing a reflection on the glossy stone. I had to maneuver kinda weirdly and hide behind a bench to cover my legs so they wouldn’t appear in the reflection.
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Friends. Four drinks lay against the headstone of a friend not wholly lost. Photo by Brice Everett Wallace for MCOM-3360. April 9, 2025.
Whenever I go on a bike ride or want to go to a quiet place away from my home, I usually pass through the local cemetery. I very much appreciate how far away it is from most of the road sounds and it gives me a quiet place to sit or walk around. I noted this grave on the far north side of the cemetery once before, and I recognized it as a memorial to a groups friend. It was sad, but also heartwarming to think that the group still believes he’s a part of it. When I took the picture, the sun was in front of me, causing a reflection on the glossy stone. I had to maneuver kinda weirdly and hide behind a bench to cover my legs so they wouldn’t appear in the reflection.