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. 10/7/2013 12:27:36 am
Cemeteries are fascinating, aren't they? When I was a teenager, I was a member of a community service group. One of our regular projects was caring for the old cemetery in the middle of town - as apposed to the new cemetery just outside of town. The old cemetery held the graves from the earliest European settlement of the town in the late 1880s to the late 1960s. There was one chap who'd come home from WWI and died soon after. I used to spend a lot of time at his grave. I'll admit I had whole conversations with him about his life, what happened to him in the war and why he died (from the timing it was probably Spanish Flu).
Fiona Greene
11/7/2013 02:46:37 pm
Hi EE 17/7/2013 07:58:18 am
I love that there is a name for a lover of exploring cemeteries. I too enjoy exploring them and taking all sorts of photos to use for inspiration. They're such peaceful places and yet as you mentioned above, every now and then you stumble upon a grave that screams tortured soul. There has to be a story in that one.
Fiona Greene
23/7/2013 09:15:31 am
Who knew the word taphophile existed? (I didn't - I googled it). I took a second shot that was very similiar but haven't posted it - a double grave - one side pristine and the other side caved in like this. It looks very much like the second person wanted OUT. Comments are closed.
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