Forty-eight.

Forty-seven.

Forty-six.

Forty-six.

Forty-five.

Considering I didn't get out of bed this day (I got back to New Haven at 6am), there is no photo. Sorry.

Forty-four.

Forty-three.

Forty-two.

Forty-one.

Forty.

Thirty-nine.

Thirty-eight.

Thirty-seven.

Thirty-six.

Thirty-five.

Thirty-four.

Thirty-three.

I'm not going to make a habit out of posting little blurbs after my photos because I try to let the photos speak, but this posting deserves some additional words. These are the graves of two of the most influential people in my life: my great-grandmother, Gaither M. Terrell, and my grandfather, Nathaniel Knox. I hadn't been to the cemetery to visit in a long time, but I decided to stop by after a surprise visit to my grandmother in Toccoa, GA. I'm glad I did. It was a good reminder, before my internship began, of the people who have molded me into who I am today. I hope they are proud of me.

Thirty-two.

Thirty-one.

Thirty.