As far as I’m concerned, snow’s highest and best (and possibly only legitimate) use is as a subject for photography on blue highways.
With that in mind, as soon as the highway department got the main roads cleared this weekend, Ron and I grabbed the camera, hopped in the car and headed north on Highway 61 for a Sunday drive.
For my money, this little shrine overlooking the Blues Highway and the floodplain next to it is the coolest thing on 61 south of St. Louis, with the possible exception of that cool arch at the Arkansas-Missouri state line. I saw it for the first time when I was driving south on the Blues Highway from Ste. Genevieve to Cape to interview for my current job, and I fell in love with it immediately. It reminds me of Our Lady of the Highways on Route 66 near Raymond, Ill., although this grotto is a bit more elaborate than the one on 66.
Stuff like this kinda makes me wish I were Catholic. I’m not a huge fan of public displays of theology, but there’s just something reassuring about a roadside shrine.
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I grew up seeing this every time we made the trek to St. Louis. Always loved it. There used to be a series of Burma-Shave type signs on fenceposts along that route that had the Hail-Mary-full-of-grace prayer on them too, but I bet they’re long gone. Wish I could remember exactly where they were.