I'm officially a Taphophile - a lover of cemeteries - which I must admit is not something I usually mention in dinner party conversation. I'm a respectful taphophile - I visit during the day, I treat everything with respect, take nothing but photos and I leave nothing but footprints, but it still freaks some people out.
My fascination started young when we lived up the road from a historic cemetery - dating back to the 1880's. My mother made me promise, never to go to the top of the hill to visit said cemetery, and being a good kid - I never did. Until about ten years ago. Now I almost frequent the joint. It's fascinating. Because the families that birthed the suburbs of Cash's Crossing and Joyner and Warner are all buried there. What started out as a minor interest could quite easily become a major fascination. So now, whenever we travel, I have to visit the local cemetery and have a wander. I hate to think what the police would think were my phone ever to be taken as evidence and the photos examined!
This photographic gem was taken at the Howard Historic Cemetery, just north of Hervey Bay. If ever I have seen a less restful grave, I don't remember it. This one screams tortured soul to me.
Fiona Greene Author
"A journey of 1000 miles begins with a single step."