Joie de vivre

After being reminded of my love of graveyard photography by jmcphers, I spent a weekend tiptoeing about the various local cemetaries. Here are a few of the resulting photographs, and I'll probably post more pictures later, since it seems to work best for me to work on these in small batches.

A girl, a book, a graveyard. I'm not morbid, no. Just a little too romantic for my own good, perhaps. (Kudos to Little Brother for the picture-taking skills.)

Julia Only 22.

Two stones, joining.

Martha

I was lurking around back alleyways again, finding the beauty among the crumbling bricks and empty cans of Skoal, when I accidentally kicked a broken bottle and gashed my toes. (Ah, sandles.) I had to walk back from lunch dripping blood, and now although I be wearing cute sandles, the effect is marred by bandaids.

Got some good pics, though. And that's what it's all about, right?