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- in her shoes
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- just one more
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- life after heartache
- life can be
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- little beans 4 me
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- mary's madness
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- maybe baby
- mcpolish
- me and my shadows
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- moshka*
- mother in mourning
- motherhood and angels
- my journey towards my little miracle
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- my reality
- my resurfacing
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- mystery mommy
- nate nate roller skate
- needs new batteries
- nicolas' garden*
- no matter how small
- noah steven
- not done yet
- one big maybe
- one tired ema
- painted maypole
- phantom scribbler
- plan b
- please give me back my heart
- project t*
- punch drunk
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- raspberry chip
- relaxing in the parlor
- rhymes with javelin
- riding the grief rollercoaster
- ryan was here
- seed dispersal mechanisms
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- sticky bean
- sticky bun
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- the para graph
- the view from the hill
- the woman who cried pregnant
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- think pink
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- this is not what i ordered
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- this too shall pass
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- three minute palaver
- too much too soon
- town criers
- trapped under ice
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- tuesday's hope
- uncommon misconceptions
- under the mad hat
- unpollinated
- untangling knots
- uppercase woman
- wabi-sabi life
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- what am i
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- which box
- wishing it would get easier
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- year of consolation
11 comments:
Lovely photos.
I love cemeteries. This is why. Partly.
Why don't people put skulls on headstones anymore?
What's in the top picture? An anchor coming out of a fish?
Poor Baby Jane. One thing that is sad about baby graves is that once their parents die, no one will purposely visit them, because they have no descendants. However, they always capture my attention the most when I'm gravewalking, and I suspect it's the same for many others, so in that way, they get a lot more visitors than grown people.
Furrow: I have no idea what that strange thing in the top picture is supposed to be. It was part of a very large, complicated monument with clashing carvings everywhere. The reason I took the photo was that I liked the shadow of the anchor-thing. It looked almost like the ghost-reflection of the carving.
The oldest graves in the cemetery have skulls, the next oldest cherubs or urns and willows and after that the graves tend to be elaborate monuments and statues, like the one in the first picture. I guess skulls came to seem too stark and, well, macabre. Though that's hardly out of place in a graveyard.
Beautiful pictures. I know I'll be thinking about the circumstances of these deaths for a while, but I find myself doing that when I read the obits. I like it when at the end they put stuff like, "send flowers to the cancer center of Austin" or things like that so I get a clue what happened. Death is so final (no joke intended), like a book that suddenly ends and I like to know what the first few chapters were. I guess I'm just nosey too.
I find an odd sense of peace in most cemeteries. I am not sure why, but it probably has something to do with deep reflecting as I walk around.
Beautiful photos, Niobe. I've always loved old cemeteries. The older the better. There's one not too far from where I grew up that has gravestones dating back to the Revolutionary War. (Most are not on their original sites, alas. When the original church burned down in the mid-1800s and they built the new one, some of the old gravestones were moved and now just rest against the side of the building.) The church is now beside the elevated train tracks, and this is where--driving past, one dark and stormy night--a friend and I saw a ghost.
Your whole blog looks lovely and eerie today.
i am weird bu ti love cemeteries.
furrow: there is a good, classic archeology book which discussed gravestone art called "in small things forgotten." James Deetz also wrote a few articles about gravestones in new england and how they evolved over the centuries.
Great pics niobe! I love cemetaries because it reminds me of people who once lived and beg to not be forgotten. Real people who suffered a great deal in yesteryears...and some even today.
lovely photos. eerie in black & white.
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