And it was the afternoon of Halloween.
And all the houses shut against a cool wind.
And the town was full of cold sunlight.

– Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree

 

These photos were meant to be posted ages ago, but life got in the way, as it does.  I recently began to sort through all of the photos I took on Halloween of this year.  I need to split them up into multiple posts because I ended up with so many shots that I like!  Please enjoy.

When I was young, my mom would take me to cemeteries.  We would bring a thick notebook, pencils, and a camera.  The two of us would walk row by row, brushing the grass off of every headstone, writing down the names and dates before taking a picture of each one.  Although I do admit to wandering around on my own.  I would walk a few rows down to check out a unique sculpture or inscription, but never too far from my mother’s sight.  It was something we both enjoyed – walking through the peaceful cemetery and then the pleasure of having helped someone find the grave of a loved one.  This is what originally sparked my love of cemeteries, and probably greatly helped shape the personality I have today.

I have been to many cemeteries in my life and this one near my home is easily one of the oldest and most beautiful I have seen.  Most of the graves date back to the 1800s, although some are from the early 1900s.

There are a few headstones that have been broken and fell.

Some of them have a beautiful design but are so worn you can no longer read them.

Many of them lean, making them appear to be straight out of a horror film.

Some of them are so overgrown you would need a machete to clean them up.

I hope you liked this first set of photos.  There are at least four or five more posts to come!  The rest will probably be posted after the holidays are over, so be sure to check back then.  If you’re interested in prints of any of the photos you see in this post, please don’t hesitate to contact me.