Gravestone, Charlestown, W. VA.

Dying Cicada?

Vine on fence

Crawling by my lunch

How do the drops hold on?

I suppose I’m the kind of person who enjoys a good mystery.  I like watching mysteries (particularly British) but I think what I’m realizing is that I’m simply fascinated with mystery.  Even if and when I can “figure it out,” I don’t always want to.  The mystery itself is enough.  Does that make sense?

The photos reflect a few mysteries I’ve come across in recent days.

(header photo:  on a building in Lynchburg, VA)