This is the cemetery most local to me. Just a couple of miles down the road, I often take the camera and the dog and wander among the old stones.
In the old section, live oaks canopy the entire area.
Little things catch my eye, like the wet rusty flower on this gate. Most of the rest of the fence has fallen, but the gate still continues to fulfill its duty.
Sad and sweet, the grave of twin boys that died on the day they were born.
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