I found myself passing Bethlehem Cemetery in Paonia, CO. I was heading somewhere else, but have always been drawn to American rural graveyards. I ended up shooting about 66 memorials and posted them on the Paonia FB page. They seemed to be very popular with lots of people explaining their relationships.

One commenter suggested I look at this website, so I did and uploaded my images. When I shot them I was not thinking about their legibility, but I'm sure to do this again and will be more aware of that.

I am originally from Aberdeen, Scotland. I used to take a shortcut to school thru a large municipal graveyard. Some of the mausoleums were cracked and my schoolboy imagination fancied I saw skeletons.

I did see skeletons when I visited Recoleta Cemetery in Buenos Aries, the final resting place of Eva Person, or Evita. That was the most amazing cemetery I have ever visited. Iy is like a small city with beautiful mausoleums fashioned to look like temples.

The saddest graveyard I have visited is in Tres Piers, NM. Most of the markers are simple wooden crosses the names all erased by time.

I lived in Terlingua, TX for a year and the cemetery there features the graves of miners who dug out cinnabar - the mineral that mercury is refined from. Every Día de los Muertos Hispanic families gather to remember their loved ones. It can be quite a party. Quite beautiful with candles and painted faces.

Buddhists reflect on death multiple times a day. I think it is a valuable discipline for me, if nothing else, as it reminds me how precious life is.

I found myself passing Bethlehem Cemetery in Paonia, CO. I was heading somewhere else, but have always been drawn to American rural graveyards. I ended up shooting about 66 memorials and posted them on the Paonia FB page. They seemed to be very popular with lots of people explaining their relationships.

One commenter suggested I look at this website, so I did and uploaded my images. When I shot them I was not thinking about their legibility, but I'm sure to do this again and will be more aware of that.

I am originally from Aberdeen, Scotland. I used to take a shortcut to school thru a large municipal graveyard. Some of the mausoleums were cracked and my schoolboy imagination fancied I saw skeletons.

I did see skeletons when I visited Recoleta Cemetery in Buenos Aries, the final resting place of Eva Person, or Evita. That was the most amazing cemetery I have ever visited. Iy is like a small city with beautiful mausoleums fashioned to look like temples.

The saddest graveyard I have visited is in Tres Piers, NM. Most of the markers are simple wooden crosses the names all erased by time.

I lived in Terlingua, TX for a year and the cemetery there features the graves of miners who dug out cinnabar - the mineral that mercury is refined from. Every Día de los Muertos Hispanic families gather to remember their loved ones. It can be quite a party. Quite beautiful with candles and painted faces.

Buddhists reflect on death multiple times a day. I think it is a valuable discipline for me, if nothing else, as it reminds me how precious life is.