|I stopped to make this photo of the burial site preparation as I was on the way to the funeral.|
The family was planning first to carry the coffin 17 miles on the back of Garry's beloved red truck, almost to the home place, with his saddle strapped on over the coffin. Then, since he also loved all things horse, they planned to transfer the coffin to an open wagon on wheels, drawn by two horses, whose driver, Terry, is, I believe, a friend of Garry's.
The horses, the wagon, and friends and family who were helping waited on a corner not far from the home. Several folks would be riding horses alongside the wagon. One of those waiting horses was Garry's; it would be led, with the empty saddle.
When the funeral procession arrived, the coffin was transferred to the wagon, and the saddle was put on Garry's horse, who was led by Jonathon, seen in the photos with his red checked shirt. All made the journey together -- the wagon, the horses, followed by the cars and trucks in the procession -- for the slow ride to the cemetery.
The day was gray and quite chilly, but it wasn't raining or snowing like it could have been. That helps me a lot. I think the transfers took place around 4 p.m. I forgot to think about time while I was working though of course that info is on my camera.
Nothing is staged so it's just chance what I can see without being aggressive. If I need to balance getting the photo I'd want with being respectful and caring, I always choose caring. I know many of the people there, which is a help. They could perhaps understand what I was trying to do for the family, at their request. Of course many people were taking photos as well, mostly with their phones, and someone I didn't know seemed to be taking some video.
I hope these photos here do give an idea of what the occasion felt like. They are some of the many moments I could have taken. I am putting less than half of the total photos here, mostly because of space considerations but also because of privacy issues. Please note: The images are not worked over, so they appear as just what I could manage that day, warts and all. My hope is that there are enough to tell a heartfelt story. I offer these as my small part in a big tribute that took place this week for Garry by those who love him.
Next I drove ahead to the place where the horses and wagon were gathered, waiting.
|Garry's horse, held by Jim|
|ready and waiting|
|The red truck arrives as part of the procession.|
|getting ready for the transfer|
|Terry Reynolds, driver|
|turning into the farm|
|Terry heading back|
|horses talking back and forth|
|finishing up the time at the cemetery|
|looking back at the house and barn from the cemetery|
|I very much enjoyed the ride I hitched to where my car was parked.... thanks so much!|