Mostly, I’m not out specifically looking for bluebonnet photos right now, but when they pop up in interesting places, who am I to turn my head from the Texas state flower? Okay, so it’s a weed, but it’s a mighty nice weed, isn’t it? While in the Granger area yesterday, waiting for better light for another subject, the plan was to use Brethren Cemetery as a turnaround spot. A look to the left, however, lulled me out of the car for a few short minutes. Cemeteries are fascinating places. This one’s well-maintained. You can tell that families care. That last photo is kind of unsettling. At least it was to me. For many years, it was common practice to place a photograph of the departed on the gravestones. This grave was that of a child, a toddler girl who lived two years. Back home, when editing images this morning, a silent gasp escaped my breath. The photo on the stone was of the baby post-death. Some traditions are … words escape me.