Right after the funeral

My mother-in-law died last week at age 91. There was a lot of

embracing and a lot of warmth at the funeral; this was one of the

coldest days of the winter but funerals are warm events. This was

only a minute or two after the graveside ceremony ended, but already

people were dispersing; most of the people at the graveside were

headed to their cars to get to the house she had lived in for fifty

years -- a reception went on there for eight or nine hours afterwards.

It sounds like an oxymoron, but "funeral parties" are good parties.

This one was no exception; a lot of stories got told, and a lot of

glasses got raised.



I underexposed this shot pretty substantially. I took advantage of the

need for more light in the picture to do some noising and burning,

too. Excuse the haloing around the trees.