Encouraged by my sister, I ventured to the far northern shore of Lake Pontchartrain to the small village of Lacombe to take part in the annual lighting of the graves on All Saints Night. . .
07 November 2009
Eve of All Souls
A blackened unmarked path gives way to a dark field; and without guidance, you must make your way until that enclave of tiny dazzling flames appears.
Sound: Sun Snarling by TwinSisterMoon