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A fine and private place--

The sexual violence website (against, not promoting) I'm working on is supposed to have an "in memory" page up--a memorial for people who have died, parts of the self that have died. This is the site that uses butterflies for a motif, right? Right. All these elements fit somehow.

Spent the morning with Chance puttering around the MLK and I35 cemetary. Big lot, filled with gravestones--a wooden one, outside, since 1876? Is that even possible? Maybe someone remakes it every 30 years or so? Some old favorites, like the uniquely Edward Gorey lot that I picnicked by in my goth years. A couple of gems this time through--

5/22/09: The Endless God is Our Refuge.

This strange supplication to the Eternal God Pichachu, for one. This one had one high creepy factor--after I'd taken about eight photos of it from different angles, Chance declares, "Oh, a dead dog." A very large dog was laying in the bushes, decomposing quietly. I hadn't noticed even though I was about three feet away, there was a nice breeze blowing in just the right direction. We moved on quickly after that.

A little later, I saw this lovely lady...who really must shave her pits more often...

5/22/09: "M is for Moss"

I've titled her "M is for Moss" in my mind.

Anyway, as we were travelling back to the car, I noticed a flock of lovely black butterflies fluttering around the tombstones. Of course, butterflies being a leitmotif of the website I'm working on...and needing tombstones...well, perfect opportunity, but they were hyper and fast-moving and REFUSED to land on any tombstones at all! I chased them for a minute or two before giving up, muttering about missed photo opportunities.

Right at the time I said that, a flock of vultures flew overhead, drawn by the aforementioned dog's carcass. One of them settled on a tombstone. I stared at them, and said "now THAT'S photogenic." But I was driving off and had tossed my camera in the back. The one on the tombstone stretched his wings out to his full extent, just to say "oh yeah, Mr. Photographer, we know you want us."

I did have the luck to catch at least this much of a visitor, enough to remind me that we saw him--a pretty brown fox skulking behind some of the tombstones. It's not a great photo, but it'll be nice to have that image in my mind, at least.

Fox in Austin Cemetary--

Anyway, lovely morning!


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May. 22nd, 2009 08:13 pm (UTC)
wooden tombstone-- it's possible it's original. especially if it was made from cedar (cedar used to be used for sewer pipes, actually; swamp cedar hollowed out logs were the first sewer in new orleans way back when and they think they have replaced all of them but keep finding sections that are still original...)
May. 23rd, 2009 11:54 pm (UTC)
Really? I didn't know that. I'm kind of surprised--it's organic. Swamp cedar must be some scary stuff.
May. 24th, 2009 12:10 am (UTC)
a lot of it has to do with the oils, not unlike teak.
May. 23rd, 2009 04:32 am (UTC)
"like the uniquely Edward Gorey lot"
Ummm.... *SQUEEEEE!*
I have started a Gorey half sleeve on my left arm and have been to his house (that is now a museum) twice!
May. 25th, 2009 03:08 am (UTC)
One of the women at my former office had a Gashleycrumb Tinies tattoo around her upper arm--the scene where the skeletal nursemaid watches over her brood. Loved it :)
Jun. 1st, 2009 02:09 am (UTC)
I think this is the third time I've read this entry, and it was absorbing each time. *smiles*
Jun. 1st, 2009 03:43 am (UTC)
This had an unusually tight story-line for one of my posts!
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