As I said in my post about Buffalo Bill's Grave, I went out on a hunt/haunt for cemetery photos for a swapbot exchange.
I know it sounds weird to some individuals, or creepy, but I have always been fascinated by tombstones. It is the last impression of a life - it is how others saw them, what they thought that individual would like or how they thought they'd like to be honored.
Perhaps a part of it is from living in an older part of the country; back in Virginia there are tombs of founding fathers in my hometown, tombs of soldiers all over, and tombs of every age since Europeans first landed. Perhaps a part of it is being introduced to death at such a young age, and having my father's grave to go to. Perhaps a part of it is being a military child where honoring those who died serving is a part of the upbringing. Perhaps a part of it is the rubbings my mom had from the old, more dimensional tombstones on Cape Cod where her parents are buried. I'm not sure what exactly it is, and I'm sure all those reasons are a pieces of a larger reason, but I've always been attracted to cemeteries. I find them peaceful. I find them sad and beautiful all at once. I always want to take care of the forgotten tombstones and I always admire those that are obviously loved and visited.
All of this is very interesting, because I don't actually want to be buried. I'd rather be donated to science when I die... but I guess that is from the days I thought I was going to be a neurosurgeon and I worked on cadavers. I know I know... I gross people out. But seriously, it is so cool. Anyhow, I digress...
So I signed up for this swap. And since Buffalo Bill didn't cut it out for me, I walked to the cemetery down the street and snapped a few more photos:
The cat and horse kinda crack me up. Okay then. I take it those people liked cats and horses.
And I associated Funk with music. The day the music died...