As promised (or forewarned) back here, I finally rounded up my cemetery photography for posting. Since we live so near this lovely, old cemetery, the kids and I take strolls through it regularly. It's quiet and picturesque...
...and there's lots of birds, geese, and squirrels...
...and big, beautiful, old-growth trees.
Perhaps some of you remain unconvinced. Some of you are saying, "Gross, freak-show. What kind of loon walks in a cemetery with their kids and their camera? I'm going to go look at some kittens now." And if you ARE saying that, and I'm just guessing here, you seem to have a deep-seated fear of encountering The Undead. It's OK. I understand.
But allow me to present the final, most compelling argument for cemetery walks:
That's right. No dogs in here, baby. Say what you will, but in all my cemetery walks I have never ONCE seen any members of The Undead barking, sniffing crotches, or knocking over little kids. Not once. (Not that I have anything against dogs. Especially your dog. Your dog is a special gift direct from puppy heaven. I'm talking about that other guy's dog.)
Without further ado, here is the set. (I sadly, lazily have yet to install my new version of Photoshop, so these are presented untouched and au naturel. Normally this would bother me, but I'm plum tuckered. See? I'm giving into sloth rather than pride.)
Note: After trying to keep Ellie's mitts out of these frames, I finally just went with it.