Photo - Headstone Stories

I love cemetaries.

Quiet and peaceful, some offer cool, lush landscaping or (too often) just dry, neglected flatness.

Every one, though, has a respectful stillness, and there are narrative vignettes everywhere you look: a vast vocabulary of indestructible words looking for a story to be part of.

Our names are those words, when it comes down to it.

Below are some immortal lines (with white granite spaces for punctuation).

Strangely, I've got hundreds more and may add to the nonsense someday. Or not.

If a word isn't fully visible, please click on it.

David Lyman