The cemetery series begins again, thanks to a whirlwind Saturday trip to capture the three coastal cemeteries* we hadn’t shot yet. I’ll start with Inglenook Cemetery, which had to be the smallest and least exciting cemetery we visited. I suppose that’s not too surprising, since Inglenook is one of the smallest and least exciting towns I have visited. (Sorry, Inglenookians, but it’s true and you know it.)

One awesome thing about Inglenook cemetery was the few really old graves, like this one, which is right by the side gate:

It’s the grave of Reverend McKinney and his wife Louisa, and it dates from the turn of the last century. Pretty cool, eh? There’s another McKinney grave next to it, also very old, but the shot didn’t come out at all well, alas, because the headstone was so dark.

I really loved this wheat carving on an obelisk:

Wheat, incidentally, symbolizes rebirth, because grain crops die away and then renew themselves. This is one of the more detailed wheat carvings I have found on a headstone.

My first Shriner headstone:

A beloved pilot:

Check out those superlatives. Go ahead. Click through and read them. Inglenook can wait.

The Jensens have a headstone with a little character. I like that, and I like David’s motto.

*Our cemetery shooting has excluded private cemeteries, for the obvious reason that they are neither publicly listed, nor accessible unless I want to trespass. We did take a few photos of the pioneer cemetery in the Botanic Gardens as well, but it has been so sterilized that they were pretty dull. That said, if any of my local readers would allow me to photograph their family cemeteries, I would be honored, because I have a deep love for private family cemeteries on farms and so forth. Ultimately, I would like to be buried on my own land, assuming that I ever live on a farm far enough from city limits to get a cemetery permit.