It’s getting to be that time of year that makes me giddy. Don’t get me wrong, I adore spring and summer, but there is something about the leaves rustling and the ever so cooler wind caressing your cheeks that make me want to get out and walk through a graveyard and of course take picutres. Preferably an old one. I really find them relaxing and peaceful. I remember reading as a kid a book about a young girl who finds refuge in a graveyard, a glowing gravestone statue and a ghostly friend. Something about Benjamin… I can’t remember the title right now, but it was an Omar Book. I think my fascination may have started around then, I may have been 9 or so. I still have that book in my childhood memory box, also known as scattered about the house. 🙂
I lose track of all my worries in a graveyard and time ceases to exist for me there. I love to photograph the beautiful headstones or even just a vignette that captures my eye. I go through reading the stones and imagine what kind of life that person may have lead. I’ve often thought of trying my hand at rubbings, but haven’t done it yet. I would love to take a tour of the famous graveyards in New Orleans. My husband, Daryl, thinks I’m nuts.
This photo is one I took from a graveyard very close to my house called Old Beech Cemetery. It gets wickedly creepy this time of year as the fog loves to accumulate around this area. I just love it. Delicious, spooky fun. My best friend, Kelly, says she practically closes her eyes as she drives past this graveyard as it is too spooky for her. I have yet to get her to walk around a cemetery with me. But I’m still working on her.