Much of this summer has been spent meandering in cemeteries near and far. When the weather is conducive to headstone photography, I enjoy walking along the rows of granite and stone to preserve what I can.
It may sound strange, but I often think of the names on each marker as part of a community. I get absorbed by the ethnicities and the ages and the epitaphs in each row of headstones.
My focus is on taking clear pictures of each marker. Most of the time I’m wondering about the lives lead by the people each marker represents.
Unless I notice activity nearby:
At which point I move a respectful distance from the family and friends who will be mourning the loss of their loved one.
And a part of me wonders how the new addition will be welcomed into the neighborhood.