We're all going to die! That pops into my head once in awhile—then I make lunch. I took these photos in 1995 in Boston and Bennington, and while they're definitely markers of mortality, I see more. Or I did. It's been a few years since I journeyed with my Canon Sure Shot film camera (once a proud travel item—now a Goodwill staple), on a drizzly, overcast day. I focused on the stone sculpture, not the names and dates. I always focus on the art. Because while we're all headed who-knows-where when we go (not far is my guess), artists keep plugging away.
Check out the no-nonsense, minimalist angels and Edward Gorey-like skull and bones on these gravestones. Grim but endearing.