This photo of the graveyard is brightly lit by the early evening sun. It looks desolate and lonely, the still frozen sea shore, puddles very simple grave markers but somehow the way the sun hits it makes it an even lonelier place of rest.
I tried to get a picture of them before they departed but my voice distracted Caesar and he wouldn't move. So I slowly backed up into the apartment until Caesar understood he was not to wait around for me. Finally Alan and he were able to head off down the slope.