Everything here on Spring Hill is covered with a blanket of snow, and with the trees across the street being denuded by winter, I can see through the bone-like branches to another hill a few miles away. From my porch, I can see that on the side of that hill is a cemetery.
I love seeing cemeteries when their is snow on the ground. Somehow they are more beautiful then.
Slate has an interesting essay on the "surprising beauty of portraits on gravestones" with a good slideshow attached. (The pic just above comes from the slideshow.) Check it out here.
And to see some very odd gravestones, click on this link to a Mental Floss item.