I have an odd fascination with old cemeteries and just can't pass up a chance to spend some time wandering around and photographing the beautifully-carved monuments. My aunt and uncle happen to live next door to the Washington Cemetery, a bucolic suburban cemetery that was established in 1853, so my brother suggested that we go for a quick drive and explore for a bit while my mom watched Sammy.
The lovely time-worn headstones weren't the only things on display--a rather large herd of whitetail deer call the cemetery home and are so used to cars driving through that they actually will walk right up to your vehicle, begging for treats. Now that hunting season has started, I can't help but think that these deer have the right idea--hunting is prohibited in the cemetery.
After our close encounter with the local wildlife, John and I made our way to the older portion of the cemetery; the monuments were breathtakingly beautiful, with a great many predating the actual foundation of the cemetery by a decade or more.
On of my favorite headstones belonged to a husband and wife that died in the 1850s--I found the carved clasped hands surmounting their final resting place to be terribly romantic. Do any of you enjoy the strange hobby of graving?