Thursday, December 30, 2010

Photo of the Day - Sixty Three


This is one of the oldest rural cemeteries I have stumbled upon in my photographing travels so far (I am sure there are older in Vermont...)  Maybe I am weird, but I try and read the headstones when I traipse across the hallowed ground with my camera.  In this one the older marker I found was that of a 4 year old buried there in 1794.  Some of the graves were far too worn to be read, especially the slate ones.  I looked at them, blank of any name or identification, and wondered who was beneath me.  For me, contemplating anonymity in death is one of the loneliest things imaginable. 

Maybe that is why I like cemeteries? The mystery of those who lie there and the connectedness knowing that each of us will share the same fate one day.  It's what we all have in common.

6 comments:

  1. http://www.gravesecrets.net/headstone-meanings.html
    You might find this site interesting, I love to go to old cemeteries one of my favorites places to go, though I have never found one that is as old as the one you have found. Love your picture!

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  2. Thanks for that link! Its cool knowing there are specific meanings behind whats carved on those stones.

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  3. Love this picture and the texture is beautiful. I agree with you on the cemeteries. I love the stories behind the headstones. You can tell so muych from the inscriptions, or lack of.

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  4. This is awesome. Love your work.

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  5. Fabulous foto!!! Here I thought I was the only one who read fading gravestones:)

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  6. I just stumbled over this blog and love it. This cemetary picture is really cool! I am excited to learn from you, so I am going to follow you on my blog. Hope that's okay!

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