A grave addiction...
Anyone who really knows me, understands that I love to crawl through old cemeteries. It doesn't matter where I am. If there's an old cemetery nearby, I'll be there checking it out. I have mad love for the angels that grace the old cemeteries. It's not something that you see in the newer ones. Such a shame. They have such character and beauty.
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2 comments:
And this is why a camera belongs in your hand. you find beauty every where.
Beautiful, all beautiful. I love to do that too, though I've yet to do it regularly. I like to think that the folks under the stones smile when we visit and document their lives.
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