At Riverside Cemetery, checking out the stones.
I wasn”t the only one visiting the stones, so were the moles. They left squishy ground behind, and visited the dead a lttle closer than I care to.
Riverside is a huge, old cemetery. I always forget how vast it is and how many dead we have in Plymouth. It reminds me even more than our historic buildings, how old our town is.
There are some beautiful monuments.
Cemeteries are beautiful places to wander. Sometimes, they even offer a little humor.
I’ve heard that disc golf started in cemeteries, people trying to hit certain stones with their frisbees. I wonder if it started here.
This person’s name was Bolt. I hope someone bolted down their stone.
“throw me a line, I’m sinking!”
Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If youâ€™d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places youâ€™ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and sheâ€™ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to â€œwhere I stoodâ€, because right now Iâ€™m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.