Some photographs from my latest trip to Rose Memorial. I love how I can go to a cemetery scads of times, and still find something new every time I go. (And not just new graves.)
A World War II vet with a very unfortunate middle name.
I have a lot of pictures in my cemetery Buddha collection, but this is the first Kali.
A broken angel.
An older grave.
A carving detail from a memorial.
…and I don’t know how I feel about this.
