Seventy-some years ago already, a Lutheran Orphan's home at Beloit, IA, closed its doors. Some remnants remain, including a huge old barn and the administration building; but mostly what was once there is gone. A stone marker out in the Beloit cemetery commemorates the children who died there, most from marauding plagues of influenza--forty some kids.
The kids weren't, by definition, "orphans," really; they were kids whose parents couldn't raise them--for whatever reasons. Sometimes their time at the home was relatively short because Dad got himself a job and could support them once again. Sometimes, they were there until high school or later.
I wanted to see the stone and the place close up, so that's where I spent most of my early Saturday morning. Most of the shots are from the cemetery, even though there's only one of the stone I wanted to find.
Rarely do I see coyotes, but this morning a pair, oddly enough, but they weren't particularly interested in posing so the pics a dud.
As always, there was far more beauty out there--gossamer fog all over after a few days of rain--than I could get in a camera.