Monday, October 26, 2009
What can I say? I like to wander through cemeteries. In a way, they're not much different than the living community save the silence of their inhabitants. There is evidence of class and status. Some were loved and respected. Some lived spare and simple lives. Some were nearly forgotten altogether.
There are stories. Stories of those who died too soon. Those who lived a long and full life. Those who served their country. Those who lived lives of ease. Those whose lives ran aground on the hard rocks of fate.
Some have friends and family that continue to carefully tend to their memories. Others whose monuments have outlasted those they left behind, the vestiges of their existence on earth slowly becoming one with the same.
Cemetery marker, Burlington, Wisconsin. Photograph © 2009 James Jordan.