Another cemetery
We got our biggest snowfall of the season the other day. It warmed up considerably (read: wasn’t zero degrees anymore), and I decided to be audacious and actually locomote to a place. It was weird to be in motion and actually have my scenery change. I have traveled many miles of late, but courtesy of a moving belt and always in the direction of an unyielding grey wall. Someday this treadmill challenge is gonna end. On that token, I may have just dug my own grave by expending a little bit of energy outside the treadmill challenge. You watch. If I lose this challenge, I bet it’s gonna be by two miles, the distance this little excursion required.
So anyway, I went to a cemetery because I like going to them. I have the uncomfortable feeling that I may have walked on a few graves, though. The snowfall hid a lot of them and this particular cemetery was large and a little rambling, set on a hillside and not always in the most straightforward grid, it seemed.
Little grave. BIG GRAVE. Little grave.
Nice and simple. I like it.
A motif that I imagine is kind of common on graves now that I think about it (hand pointing up to heaven? right? that makes sense, right?) but I haven’t noticed it much outside of this cemetery.
Another hand.
From a distance, I really thought this grimy outstretching of lichen was a deliberate pattern in the shape of Minnesota.
This was a little odd. During my visit, I started hearing a sheep baahing. That’s what it sounded like, anyway. But this cemetery is on the edge of a residential neighborhood, a little on the edge of town, but still. I was starting to think I was hearing things. Then I encountered the sheep grave. It was a couple’s headstone, and there was a sheep carved on one half for that spouse. Then all along the bottom of the grave there were tiny sheep figurines, mostly buried. WERE THEY MAKING THE NOISE? … … … No, of course not. Finally I looked around and saw a little barn off in the distance and a sheep running around outside.
There were a few beautiful birches throughout this part of the cemetery. Not a ton of them in this part of the state. It’s a shame because they’re one of my favorite trees. I have another post for later of pictures just of the bark, because yes, yes, the bark is just that interesting.
Strangely fond of all these artificial flowers.
Wow there’s this peaceful feeling yet awkward to the place, beautiful photos as always
I too love Silver Birch trees, whose bark is magnificent. Looking forward to the bark closeups.
Wonderful photos. I love the first one.
Thanks for sharing these beautiful photos Sarah. I spent a lot of time in graveyards when I was growing up, it was a quite place I could think and get lost in a good book. I quite enjoy the scarecrow, and the almost covered stone with the rose.
There are some wonderful shots here, Sarah. The very top one looks like a drawing.
i love shooting in cemeteries… great shots!!