I was worried that I might get into trouble with Norm for revisiting a site too quickly after the initial door photo had been shared. In my defense, I did warn you all that I was going to return to this cemetery to get a photo of the back door on the tiny building that served as the Chapel. To my surprise, as I drove through the cemetery to come up behind the building, I discovered yet another door.
Today’s door is on an out-building that serves as a groundskeepers shed at Elm Grove. A more modern cemetery up the street from this one has a similar sized shed, but it has a nondescript garage door. I love this old wooden door.
If you didn’t see the original post, and want to know more about this cemetery, you can read the story that accompanied the doors on the Chapel. Today, instead of a history lesson, I’m going to try my hand at philosophy.
Last week, when I was snapping these photos, I was hoping that the sun would hurry up and rise. It was just beginning to break through the thick trees that line the back of the cemetery. I have been there before at sunrise, and I know how spectacular the sky becomes, particularly on a partially cloudy day like we had last Monday. Unfortunately, the portion of my morning commute that gets ugly as the sun rises was still ahead of me. It was time to go.
I gave the sun a second chance when I stopped to take the pictures of the rear entrance to the chapel. I hoped that a few extra seconds would bring the sun to the top of the tree line. No such luck.
Once I was safely on the east side of the Connecticut River, where I had options to avoid ugly traffic, I could slow down. Still more than an hour early for work, I stopped at Great River Park “of course you did, when don’t you stop at Great River Park?” I can hear my friends ask. The sun was well on the rise, and was beginning to reflect off the buildings in Hartford into the river. That’s when today’s other photo feature landed.
Within a few minutes of taking those pictures, the reflection had moved away from the shore and my buddy was enjoying his breakfast in the cool shade of the tree-lined bank. Had I been any later, I would have missed the opportunity to get a photo I really like.
That’s how it goes. Time, the sunrise, the movement of the clouds, the morning routine on the river wait for no one.
I am going to end this post uncharacteristically below 500 words and simply remind you to not be upset at what you missed earlier today. It may be that something special is going to come your way as a result.
This post is part of Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors series.