These are pictures that I took just a few hours ago, when a friend, K, and I went for a little "road trip" in a very rural area. We spent a few hours just drifting around and we hit a few cemetaries. One of which was very small and the stones were almost all quite old. The cemetary was just nestled in among the fields. Of course, the extreme winds and a full bladder brought us home a little sooner than we had hoped, but we still had a good time!Oh, and the pic. of the headstone...
I took that picture, because I think it is beautiful and I did not feel that it was really disrespecting anyone's rights or otherwise, because it is so old and hard to read.
I guess I should also mention my love of cemetaries! I absolutely love going to the cemetary! My school had a visit to the local cemetary, for grave rubbings, when I was somewhere between 8 and 10 and I have been intrigued with them since then! Granted, I don't do anything creepy like drinking blood or spinning my head all the way around, unless truly provoked! I just love cemetaries! There is a lot of perspective in knowing some people only get to have their children for a day, or even less and you (I) have been lucky enough to have mine much longer than that. I think it makes me thankful for the time we do have here, no matter how crappy the day might seem. I am making a difference every day that I am here, even if only in small ways. I appreciate that.
Sorry for the babble! You know me!
2 comments:
I love them too. There is a group of headstones near a family member of mine that always stirs my heart. The four individual stones are very simple in reading merely; Father, Mother, Brother and Sister. Whole lives contained in a single word each. It's something.
You know, that is heartbreaking! I can not imagine having nothing to document who we were. I love the perspective, history, and beauty that a cemetary holds!
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