An excuse for frequenting cemeteries

I like cemeteries.  Maybe it’s because I grew up with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but I don’t think so.  I was never goth, never went on a ghost hunt or held a seance or anything creepy like that… I was too busy wavering between punk, grunge and hippie throwback (although I did go through a Tori Amos/PJ Harvey phase).

I’ve got to cemeteries in every place I’ve lived or visited.  They make me feel like I’m walking through some ancient ruin.  Cemeteries are the only places where time is completely irrelevant.  Anyway, I’m pretty sure it has more to do with the statuary.  I’ve always been fascinated with sculpting and there is just something about carved stone that lends itself to black and white photography…

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Photo(s) of the Day

Do you have that thing?  You know… that thing.  That thing you walk/drive/jog past and every time you think, “One day, I’ll stop and take a picture of that.”  For some it’s a perfect sunset vista, others an old broken down barn.  For me it’s this old dead tree off the Turnpike.  I’ve driven past it more times than I can count over the last 12+ years and finally stopped on my way home from visiting a friend in Crystal River.

You can barely see its branches reaching out from behind the living trees there on the right.

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Here he is…

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I’m so glad I finally stopped…

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