I loved the different stones, calculated how long the surviving spouse spent without their mate, witnessed the babies born who did not survive, and marveled at what their lives would have been like.
I still do.
It was always a favorite way to spend an afternoon with my mother's family. Many is the time I have picked up the phone only to have a relative say "Want to go grave-hoppin'?". It's a little joke, as opposed to "bar-hoppin". The answer was always yes. It still is, and I love to go by myself too. If I'm alone and I pass a cemetary I most usually stop.
Here are just some pictures I took when I got the new camera, but I have always loved this angel. She presides at the Catholic Cemetary here in town. Angels and crosses dominate this cemetary.
This one I took just for the old tree. It's in the oldest part of the cemetary and one of my favorite scenes there.