Goddamn, this state is beautiful.
I didn’t plan to end up in a cemetery yesterday, but I did. I had the day off work and after an indulgent morning spent lounging in bed, watching TV, I got the itch to go somewhere and take photos. And, after driving around for a little while, City Cemetery is where I ended up.
The City Cemetery is Nashville’s oldest continuously operated public cemetery. So much history and so many prominent Nashvillians rest there. I hadn’t planned to go there yesterday so I hadn’t done any research beforehand, or else I would have known that the back lots that I thought were empty and awaiting burials are actually unmarked graves, including one of famous slave “Doctor Jack” Macon.
It was just me and 23,000 others in the cemetery yesterday. Quiet, hot. Watching the birds and waiting on the breeze.
(Sundial inscription says, “Still on it creeps, each little moment at another’s heels”)
See the full set of photos here.
When you get close enough to one of these things, you can see how much they look like some kind of alien cyborg with brightly colored armor. And they just look mean.
This little dude was just hanging out on the knob of the rocking chair the other day.
“I don’t see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.” — Anne Morrow Lindbergh
… and winter is still holding on a bit. We have earned spring, though. Like it’s some lusted-after prize won in a back-alley fight club match, we’ll gladly accept it even though we are bruised and bloodied. And sneezing. Because this spring is murder on the head.