I went to the graveyard yesterday afternoon to take pictures. It's a privately-owned graveyard. I discovered this rule after the graveyard guy informed me when he hollered at me for taking pictures of the dead. First he said, "Maaaa'm, Kin I hep you!?" I told him "No." I did not need hep. There was no sign indicating "No cameras allowed" I quasi-smarted back to him. I am arguing with a graveyard guy. What next?!Graveyard Guy is at the graveyard from "sun-up to sun-down and lots of people here don't want their pictures taken!" (I wonder how he knew that?) I told him that my husband's body had been cremated there though that fact carried no weight with this GG. He said, "If your husband is here, you should know better!"
Before my time at the graveyard was interrupted, I took photos.
I was almost going to sit on a bench and meditate though I am really glad I decided against that.
Aside from this, I didn't do much over the weekend. It was simply too hot to move much. Before the great god of fog came in last night and early this morning, my waist-high lymphedema compression hose had melted onto the lower half of my body beneath my clothing and the chocolate chips in the kitchen cupboard melted inside the bag.
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Seems a spy camera might be in order. Enchanting photos.
Maybe yours are the first eyes that have looked on some of these gravestones for ages. I think most of them would feel comfort in knowing that anyone was there to witness proof of their existence.
My mom used to play in the graveyard when she was a kid (an old 'mouldy' English graveyard). People used to picnic there too. My mom and her friends would take flowers from the well-cared for graves and leave them for the more neglected tenants.
Thanks for taking the photos. They are beautiful.
That last comment was me ;)
Those are lovely photos, regardless of whether they wanted to be photographed or not! Perhaps the graveyard guy thought you would steal their souls.
Err. Maybe not.
Or.... every graveyard needs a curmudgeon.
(according to my word verification, every graveyard actually needs a "cluadgen" - is that a combination of a clueless asshat and a curmudgeon?)
Okay, I'll stop now.
(Unless the next word verification that pops up is another good one....)
It WAS!!!!
That guy was a bartut.
(I'll let you figure that one out!)
strange that he should think that what on TOP of a grave is what's in it?
But pretty cool that he is so concerned about his charges. Hmm - you rude woman you! ;o)
have you ever done rubbings in a graveyard?
Id forgotten we did that a lot when I lived in england until this post...
(does that make me a weird kid? I think so OR it means the Brits do odd things in the name of entertainment. Im going with the latter.)
Well, I would think that visitors would be welcome so that just shows how much I know. Love the photos especially the "kindness is present" carving.
My sons live right next to a graveyard and I love looking at all the old headstones and statues. Your pictures are awesome - can't imagine why you shouldn't be able to take them. Bet that man shakes his fist at small children and tells them to get off his lawn, too!
I usually like visiting cemeteries!
I enjoy reading the creative markers, and seeing the interesting headstones. I've done rubbings also. New Orleans has some amazing cemeteries, as well as the one in Savannah where the movie was made. Ceder Key, where I go often has a great old cemetery where some of the graves are covered with sea shells.
No dead folks want their pictures taken? Guess I'll put my shovel back in the car, then.
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