Cemetery II

A while ago I shot a series of photos in a cemetery that I happened upon in the course of some travels for work.  I learned that afternoon that cemeteries can make for fantastic photo opportunities, at least for me with the way my brain works.  I love the angles of the stones, the way nature reclaims its own, and all the emotions cemeteries evoke with their sense of history and silent reflection on all the lives and loss that they represent. 

A few weeks ago my husband and I spent a rare quiet Saturday at home, and early in the evening, got inspired to go visit a lovely old cemetery we had driven past in Fulton.  So we loaded camera and tripod and selves, and spent the fading hours of daylight exploring the cemetery.  Here are my favorite shots from the trip.

These sort of fall into several categories: stones with interesting sayings, nature reclaims its own, and just aesthetically pleasing tidbits.

Here are my favorite words from stones.  Some I chose because I liked the words themselves, others because the words conveyed so much meaning, heartbreak, loss, or thought:

Only 21 days.  Such a short life.

I suspect, by now, this person has been forgotten:

 

Somehow something about this stone struck me as creepy, and my husband agreed. Is it the random door? the way it the stone has stained darkly? The fact that "Wolever" seems too close to "Werewolf"? I'm not sure. But creepy, it is.

I adore the name "Mercy Ordelia", and think the font they chose for this is incredibly graceful:

Nature reclaims its own:

And these are the "I just liked the look of them" shots:

I love this.  It looks like the crows, plus a squirrel, are conducting a funeral procession.

I think I need to take a cemeteries trip to Boston one of these days.  So many old and lovely ones there.  I'm sure if I do go on such a trip, the results will be posted here!