Photos I've Taken In Cemeteries

By Slipofagirl
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I love to visit cemeteries. It reminds me that life is for the living, and as far as we know, this is a one-ride-only ticket. To ponder their lives, think of what we leave behind, and to respect and acknowledge that these people once walked here too, makes me feel that I too shall be remembered and honored somehow, some way...

Slab with rose

Anti-Choice, Pro-Life Tombstone

Modern tombstone for couples

Modern tombstone with fancy carving

Lindsay's Tombstone

Emilio

Love your poem, Dave, esp. the boiled pooeatts and the afraid of the dark. I don't believe in ghosts really, but definitely in hauntings. Here are some of my ghost fragments (up on my blog, too).Among GhostsWhen I try to speak French, Italian spooks me,less the form than the mood of it, the flighty rise and ebb.*People talk about phantom limbs, but rarely of the phantom itch.The itch occurs, but what’s under it?*At the Salvation Army there’s a ghastly rackof coats, the line-up of might-be ghosts*I know a slender woman haunted by her former heavy self.The body has been exorcised; the spirit will not let go.*The song in my head this morning, a song I didn’t know I liked.*The typewriter, too, is not extinct. It lives onin street work, factories, rivers, in feet descending stairs.My father’s boxy black one.My electric Brother.*in love, the ghoul of hate*When I was in high school, a boy in the next gradewas decapitated by a train, stumbling home drunkby the overpass. Charlie. Everyone knew the story.I can’t go through that part of town without thinking of it.As if I'd been there. And it’s not Charlie who hauntsthat part of town, but what happened to Charlie.*The parts haunt the sum.The choir in the ostrich.The goon in kangaroo.*the past / the smell of lavender / a stroke that stays in the bones / trauma /fog / exhaust trapped in the atmosphere / abortion / childhood /perfume / regret*We’re all haunted by Auschwitz, even the deniers.We all stand here shoeless in the Polish snow.*to say nothing of graveyardsonly the dead really give up the ghost*As a noun, “haunt” refers to a place a man can frequently be found.He occupies it, fills and inhabits it, seekingsomething he’ll never come home with.

motherofmany

I live in Wales in the UK and I love taking photographs in cemeteries. I think the stones you find in Victorian cemeteries have the most amazing architecture. I once went to Highgate cemetery in London and the workmanship was stunning, you can check it out http://highgate-cemetery.org/index.asp. When I visited the cemetery I visited the non-religious section and was able to see the grave of Karl Marx Cardiff developed quite late as a city compared to many UK cities so we have less ostentatious graves compared to some of the industrial towns up North. My daughter got married last September in New Orleans and I have to say they have the most amazing graves I have ever seen, it felt like I was walking around a city. I also love taking photographs of trees and have found some beautiful examples in cemeteries.