Today we're going across the street to the West Barnstable Cemetery.
Yep, it's directly across the street! I can see it right now from the couch, through the living room window.
I love these old gravestones. They grow such excellent patterns.
Do you see the horizontal wisps of incised lines they used for a lettering guide? Like lined paper! I wonder who carved this stone. Did they carve their own before they died? If I were a gravestone carver, I would have wanted to.
Awesome! I'm officially inspired.
Is that cherub blowing into a wrench?
It would be neat to do rubbings of them, but you're not supposed to because it could damage the stones.
That one is in good shape, but many of them are all flaking away.
This is a work of art:
Mildew and lichen on marble. Wow.
My heart starts to hula dance when I look at that.
Oh my god:
Be still, my heart. Mildew, lichen and rust! >sigh<
It just occurred to may that perhaps not everyone digs this stuff as much as I do. Ruh-roh!
Come on, how could you not like this patina?:
And this little headless creature!
Where, oh where did your little head go?
Look at the delicately curled under front legs. So cute.
Notice how the rust from the bolts follows the lines of the crackled paint: