Gravestones
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cratz2
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This one is from last year, I think. From the cemetery adjacent to Earlham college in Richmond, Indiana.
I took a similar pic in late 1991 or early 1992 and it was better. This was taken with a Sony NEX or maybe a Canon S100 but back then, I was still using film of course, so either a EOS 620 or 650 and was borrowing a 80-200 f2.8L back when they were black. MAN I loved that lens! So obviously things were different, and Mary's or the angel's face had more visible detail and looked more tender, as if she was disappointed in what Cain had done. Crazy thing is even though I took two or three shots back then, I didn't realize the marker in the foreground said, 'Cain' until I had the, developed.
Can't seem to find that print but that was one of my favorite shots ever.
I took a similar pic in late 1991 or early 1992 and it was better. This was taken with a Sony NEX or maybe a Canon S100 but back then, I was still using film of course, so either a EOS 620 or 650 and was borrowing a 80-200 f2.8L back when they were black. MAN I loved that lens! So obviously things were different, and Mary's or the angel's face had more visible detail and looked more tender, as if she was disappointed in what Cain had done. Crazy thing is even though I took two or three shots back then, I didn't realize the marker in the foreground said, 'Cain' until I had the, developed.
Can't seem to find that print but that was one of my favorite shots ever.
gladiator335
MRTI
Here are a few from Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris:
I'd like to think it was age related, but chances are good it was vandalized.
mhardy6647
Lunatic Member
DSC_9343 by mhardy6647, on FlickrToday was Memorial Day - descendant of Decoration Day, when people would decorate the graves of their Civil War dead.
Mrs. H and I cleaned and decorated the grave site of her parents (both veterans of WWII) today in the beautiful little cemetery in the small NH village to which they (and now, we) retired.
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mhardy6647
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What better way to spend some time on the first full day of summer than... at the cemetery? In all seriousness, we went over to water the plants at Mrs. H's parents' graves... and I snapped a few photos. The weather today in Northern New England is absolutely perfect.
DSC_9425 by mhardy6647, on Flickr
DSC_9440 by mhardy6647, on Flickr
DSC_9444 by mhardy6647, on Flickr
DSC_9437 by mhardy6647, on Flickr
DSC_9425 by mhardy6647, on FlickrDSC_9440 by mhardy6647, on FlickrDSC_9444 by mhardy6647, on FlickrDSC_9437 by mhardy6647, on Flickr
TheRed1
Console Conservationist
Oakwood Cemetery, Richmond, Va.
This small stone marks the final resting place of my Great, Great Grandfather's younger brother, William. My Great, Great Grandfather, James Henry, is likely also buried here but the location of his grave is not recorded.
They both enlisted in the 47th Virginia Infantry in the Spring of 1862 and were immediately shipped down to Yorktown, Va. to block McClellan's march on Richmond. The retreat from Yorktown was a cold, wet and hungry slog for the new recruits. They received almost no rations and it is doubtful they had even been issued uniforms. Inevitably, they got sick (probably typhoid fever) and were sent to Chimborazo Hospital in Richmond where they both soon died.
James was 26 and left behind a wife and infant son. William was 18.
Saint John's Episcopal Church Graveyard, Richmond, Va.
Spent a pleasant hour or two exploring this ancient (by North American standards) and illustrious graveyard on Richmond's Church Hill. It was a little bit sad discovering Charlie's grave. My wife and I had the pleasure of making his acquaintance many years ago when visiting Saint John's. I was glad to see by his dates that he lived a very full life for a outdoor cat in an urban environment. He was evidently well looked after by the congregation. Its not just any cat that rates a proper granite monument in such an historic spot.
The last photo above shows the ongoing reconstruction of Parson Robert Rose's vault. I had not expected to find the good Parson here but was delighted to finally meet him - so to speak. He was a remarkable man who traveled widely from Tidewater to the Blue Ridge. My copy of his diary is well thumbed since he frequented many of the same parts of Virginia where my People were settled. His entries paint a vivid portrait of everyday life in colonial Virginia.
This small stone marks the final resting place of my Great, Great Grandfather's younger brother, William. My Great, Great Grandfather, James Henry, is likely also buried here but the location of his grave is not recorded.
They both enlisted in the 47th Virginia Infantry in the Spring of 1862 and were immediately shipped down to Yorktown, Va. to block McClellan's march on Richmond. The retreat from Yorktown was a cold, wet and hungry slog for the new recruits. They received almost no rations and it is doubtful they had even been issued uniforms. Inevitably, they got sick (probably typhoid fever) and were sent to Chimborazo Hospital in Richmond where they both soon died.
James was 26 and left behind a wife and infant son. William was 18.
Saint John's Episcopal Church Graveyard, Richmond, Va.
Spent a pleasant hour or two exploring this ancient (by North American standards) and illustrious graveyard on Richmond's Church Hill. It was a little bit sad discovering Charlie's grave. My wife and I had the pleasure of making his acquaintance many years ago when visiting Saint John's. I was glad to see by his dates that he lived a very full life for a outdoor cat in an urban environment. He was evidently well looked after by the congregation. Its not just any cat that rates a proper granite monument in such an historic spot.
The last photo above shows the ongoing reconstruction of Parson Robert Rose's vault. I had not expected to find the good Parson here but was delighted to finally meet him - so to speak. He was a remarkable man who traveled widely from Tidewater to the Blue Ridge. My copy of his diary is well thumbed since he frequented many of the same parts of Virginia where my People were settled. His entries paint a vivid portrait of everyday life in colonial Virginia.
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TheRed1
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Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond, Va.
The South's premier Shrine to the "Lost Cause" and also Richmond's #1 tourist destination; it is the final resting place of two US Presidents and the only one from the CSA as well as dozens of Confederate Generals and over 18,000 Confederate soldiers. Sited on a substantial bluff overlooking downtown Richmond and the rapids of the James River opposite Belle Island, it is a beautiful spot with a lot going on for a cemetery.
It is a large and still active cemetery with multiple interments per day. There are Segway tours which are evidently very popular and seem - to me, at least - totally incongruous in a cemetery. I couldn't seem to get away from them. Everywhere I went they'd appear - a line of tourists, evenly spaced and gliding silently by. If they'd been wearing white sheets it would have been super-spooky, (or possibly super-disturbing, depending on if their sheets were pointy on top or not.) The tour guide had apparently sprinkled some jokes into his commentary since I'd occasionally hear a burst of laughter as I was retreating into the shadows to escape the hubbub. Somehow that didn't seem quite appropriate to me.
I thought the rather expensive-looking men's wristwatch - stopped at 5:25 and left graveside - was especially poignant.
The South's premier Shrine to the "Lost Cause" and also Richmond's #1 tourist destination; it is the final resting place of two US Presidents and the only one from the CSA as well as dozens of Confederate Generals and over 18,000 Confederate soldiers. Sited on a substantial bluff overlooking downtown Richmond and the rapids of the James River opposite Belle Island, it is a beautiful spot with a lot going on for a cemetery.
It is a large and still active cemetery with multiple interments per day. There are Segway tours which are evidently very popular and seem - to me, at least - totally incongruous in a cemetery. I couldn't seem to get away from them. Everywhere I went they'd appear - a line of tourists, evenly spaced and gliding silently by. If they'd been wearing white sheets it would have been super-spooky, (or possibly super-disturbing, depending on if their sheets were pointy on top or not.) The tour guide had apparently sprinkled some jokes into his commentary since I'd occasionally hear a burst of laughter as I was retreating into the shadows to escape the hubbub. Somehow that didn't seem quite appropriate to me.
I thought the rather expensive-looking men's wristwatch - stopped at 5:25 and left graveside - was especially poignant.
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