Indie Girl Photography

Perhaps this seems a bit morbid, but one of the big selling points of our house, to me, was that it was only a block away from a cemetery. I’ve always enjoyed taking walks and looking at the names and dates, and, on the really weathered ones, trying to determine anything it says.

My favorite book when I was a kid was a ghost story called Wait Til Helen Comes. In the book, there is a mother, who is a painter and her two children Molly and Michael, and her new husband, who is a potter, and his daughter Heather. The newly blended family moves into the country to a church that has been renovated into a house. However, there is a cemetery in the backyard. Anyway, growing up, I always thought that that would be so awesome, to live in a church in the country with a cemetery so close. (Also to do with this book, part of the plot revolves around a grave, hidden under a tree, of a little girl who’s name begins with an “H.” If you notice in the pictures, I found a similar situation.)

I’m starting to ramble. But, I’m nearly done, so just stick with me through this ramble. I decided to walk to the cemetery near our house, by myself. I have done this some before, but usually I do have someone go with me. And, it’s not that I’m scared of cemeteries, as I think you can already ascertain, I love them. However sometimes the location does get to me. While I was there, I had my camera up taking pictures and I heard a rustling noise. I pulled my camera down and looked in the direction of the sound. And noticed that the leaves of a bush that was somewhat taking over one of the headstones. Now, there was no one else there and no real wind. So as I stood there, wondering a rabbit jumped out and ran toward me, past me, and off into the distance, and I screamed. As soon as I realized what it was, I started laughing. I felt like an idiot. And I’m sure I looked like one, had anyone been able to see.