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--
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...
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.
Anyway, lovely morning!