Snowy Cemeteries

November 28, 2013March 17, 2016lsmoore Leave a comment

Lee’s Summit, Missouri

It’s got to be just the right kind of snowy day.

Lee’s Summit, Missouri

Cold but not frigid. Bright but not blinding.

Lee’s Summit, Missouri

There’s a new kind of depth to the serenity on those perfect snowy days.

Excelsior Springs, Missouri

Perfect stillness.

Lee’s Summit, Missouri

Perfect quiet that seeps in with the cold.

Excelsior Springs, Missouri

Take a breath.

Twilight in Forks, Washington

October 20, 2013March 17, 2016lsmoore 6 Comments

Forks, Washington

Yes, that Forks, Washington. The town that inspired Stephenie Meyer’s brooding location for her Twilight series. I was in the neighborhood, touring along the wild coastline and couldn’t resist stopping. There were plenty of Twilight fans in town, but I had the cemetery all to myself.

Rainy weather in Forks

It’s small and plain, kind of like the town, but it had its charm. Thankfully, there wasn’t a werewolf or vampire reference in sight.

Handmade memorial in Forks, Washing ton

I loved the quirky, homemade memorials.

This rose was about 4 feet tall.

Lovely, handmade marker.

La Push, Washington is just down the road from Forks. I wanted to visit the tribal cemetery there, but it was closed to outsiders. I got to go to the beach though, one of the most incredible places I’ve ever been!

The beach on the reservation in La Push, Washington.

The locals told us that the author had never visited. She really missed out. The landscape was truly inspiring.

Graveyard Benches

September 23, 2013March 17, 2016lsmoore 4 Comments

William Jewell Cemetery, Liberty, Missouri

Do you ever accept the invitation to rest and ponder?

Walnut Glen, Booneville, Missouri

I think you can tell when the loved-ones were serious. Many state the implicit invitation in writing.

“We really mean it! Have a seat.”

Dungeness, Washington

With others, it’s the careful landscaping or spectacular view that makes me feel welcome.

Hazelwood Cemetery, Springfield, Missouri

Unless the bench is old and frail, or occupied, I take a seat.

Walnut Glen, Booneville, Missouri

In Missouri, that’s all I remember.

Be respectful. Use common sense and good judgement, but try it sometime. You’ll feel a very visceral connection. More than simply reading the words on a stone or even enjoying the beauty of a sculpture. This is personal.

Lee’s Summit, Missouri

Let me know what your experience was like.

Ghost Bikes

March 10, 2013March 17, 2016lsmoore 8 Comments

Memorial on Raytown Road in Kansas City, Missouri

Have you ever seen a ghost bike memorial?

I’d heard of them. I’d seen temporary memorials spray painted on the pavement at the site of bicyclists’ deaths.

Kansas City, Missouri

This is a different kind of memorial than I usually photograph, but when I saw it I had to stop. I pulled onto the wide shoulder where the man and his granddaughter had ridden. It was a long, straight stretch of four-lane, country road. Hard to imagine what must have happened that morning to cause the accident.

Kansas City, Missouri

Despite the obvious age of this memorial, the grief still felt raw here. Like crosses marking car accidents, I hope that ghost bikes serve to wake people up a bit. I know when I pass them I’ll sit up a little straighter behind the wheel, scan ahead a little farther. Share the road.

Oh, Pioneers!

February 7, 2013March 17, 2016lsmoore 6 Comments

Antioch Pioneer Cemetery, Overland Park, Kansas

Finding this beautiful little cemetery was one of those brakes screeching, right-turn-without-a-signal moments for me. It was a rainy day. I hadn’t planned on visiting anyplace that didn’t involve parking close and scurrying into an open door as quickly as possible.

Quaint, little church still standing on the site.

Lucky for me, the Antioch Pioneer Cemetery called to me, and I had my camera in the car.

Exquisite, marble flutist.

I’m a sucker for an elegant marble statue and these girls took my breath away.

I need to go back and take more pictures on a day when I don’t have to worry about keeping my camera dry.

Surprises like these keep me digging graves.

Visit this one sometime.

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Snowy Cemeteries

It’s got to be just the right kind of snowy day.

Cold but not frigid. Bright but not blinding.

There’s a new kind of depth to the serenity on those perfect snowy days.

Perfect stillness.

Perfect quiet that seeps in with the cold.

Take a breath.

Twilight in Forks, Washington

Yes, that Forks, Washington. The town that inspired Stephenie Meyer’s brooding location for her Twilight series. I was in the neighborhood, touring along the wild coastline and couldn’t resist stopping. There were plenty of Twilight fans in town, but I had the cemetery all to myself.

It’s small and plain, kind of like the town, but it had its charm. Thankfully, there wasn’t a werewolf or vampire reference in sight.

I loved the quirky, homemade memorials.

La Push, Washington is just down the road from Forks. I wanted to visit the tribal cemetery there, but it was closed to outsiders. I got to go to the beach though, one of the most incredible places I’ve ever been!

The locals told us that the author had never visited. She really missed out. The landscape was truly inspiring.

Graveyard Benches

Do you ever accept the invitation to rest and ponder?

I think you can tell when the loved-ones were serious. Many state the implicit invitation in writing.

“We really mean it! Have a seat.”

With others, it’s the careful landscaping or spectacular view that makes me feel welcome.

Unless the bench is old and frail, or occupied, I take a seat.

Be respectful. Use common sense and good judgement, but try it sometime. You’ll feel a very visceral connection. More than simply reading the words on a stone or even enjoying the beauty of a sculpture. This is personal.

Let me know what your experience was like.

Ghost Bikes

Have you ever seen a ghost bike memorial?

I’d heard of them. I’d seen temporary memorials spray painted on the pavement at the site of bicyclists’ deaths.

Despite the obvious age of this memorial, the grief still felt raw here. Like crosses marking car accidents, I hope that ghost bikes serve to wake people up a bit. I know when I pass them I’ll sit up a little straighter behind the wheel, scan ahead a little farther. Share the road.

Oh, Pioneers!

Finding this beautiful little cemetery was one of those brakes screeching, right-turn-without-a-signal moments for me. It was a rainy day. I hadn’t planned on visiting anyplace that didn’t involve parking close and scurrying into an open door as quickly as possible.

Lucky for me, the Antioch Pioneer Cemetery called to me, and I had my camera in the car.

I’m a sucker for an elegant marble statue and these girls took my breath away.

I need to go back and take more pictures on a day when I don’t have to worry about keeping my camera dry.

Surprises like these keep me digging graves.

It’s got to be just the right kind of snowy day.

Cold but not frigid. Bright but not blinding.

There’s a new kind of depth to the serenity on those perfect snowy days.

Perfect stillness.

Perfect quiet that seeps in with the cold.

Take a breath.

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Yes, that Forks, Washington. The town that inspired Stephenie Meyer’s brooding location for her Twilight series. I was in the neighborhood, touring along the wild coastline and couldn’t resist stopping. There were plenty of Twilight fans in town, but I had the cemetery all to myself.

It’s small and plain, kind of like the town, but it had its charm. Thankfully, there wasn’t a werewolf or vampire reference in sight.

I loved the quirky, homemade memorials.

La Push, Washington is just down the road from Forks. I wanted to visit the tribal cemetery there, but it was closed to outsiders. I got to go to the beach though, one of the most incredible places I’ve ever been!

The locals told us that the author had never visited. She really missed out. The landscape was truly inspiring.

Share this:

Do you ever accept the invitation to rest and ponder?

I think you can tell when the loved-ones were serious. Many state the implicit invitation in writing.

“We really mean it! Have a seat.”

With others, it’s the careful landscaping or spectacular view that makes me feel welcome.

Unless the bench is old and frail, or occupied, I take a seat.

Be respectful. Use common sense and good judgement, but try it sometime. You’ll feel a very visceral connection. More than simply reading the words on a stone or even enjoying the beauty of a sculpture. This is personal.

Let me know what your experience was like.

Share this:

Have you ever seen a ghost bike memorial?

I’d heard of them. I’d seen temporary memorials spray painted on the pavement at the site of bicyclists’ deaths.

Despite the obvious age of this memorial, the grief still felt raw here. Like crosses marking car accidents, I hope that ghost bikes serve to wake people up a bit. I know when I pass them I’ll sit up a little straighter behind the wheel, scan ahead a little farther. Share the road.

Share this:

Finding this beautiful little cemetery was one of those brakes screeching, right-turn-without-a-signal moments for me. It was a rainy day. I hadn’t planned on visiting anyplace that didn’t involve parking close and scurrying into an open door as quickly as possible.

Lucky for me, the Antioch Pioneer Cemetery called to me, and I had my camera in the car.

I’m a sucker for an elegant marble statue and these girls took my breath away.

I need to go back and take more pictures on a day when I don’t have to worry about keeping my camera dry.

Surprises like these keep me digging graves.

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