The kind where you can still find strange names, moving epitaphs, and inexplicable monuments.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Day 185
Maybe it sounds morbid, but I love taking pictures in graveyards, especially those with some history. The kind where there are still headstones, not just little plaques on the ground to make it easier to mow. The kind where time and nature have had a chance to mellow the harshness of death's reality a bit.
The kind where you can still find strange names, moving epitaphs, and inexplicable monuments.
The kind where you can still find strange names, moving epitaphs, and inexplicable monuments.
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