I took a rather long break from taking pictures. Earlier in the week I went to this very lovely cemetery that is so old in sections that headstones and benches are crusted over, graves are sunken in. It was a perfect place to get back in touch with my camera.There's just something about cemeteries, isn't there?
God gives us love. Something to love He lends us. ~ Tennyson
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Back when I was into genealogy, I spent a whole afternoon trying to decipher and catalog a cemetery. The older stones can be almost impossible to read. Today we die and tomorrow we are forgotten.
Once, back in my college-age days, I spent part of the day with a couple of friends strolling through one of the huge, old cemeteries in Seattle. There was such a sense of history there. I haven't done that for a long time, and the cemeteries out here are not as pretty, but I do enjoy looking at the old names and wondering about the lives the people lived. It is sobering to come across those little graves - the ones with the just one year or two between birth and death.
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