This cross stands alone at the cemetery’s entrance, waiting for visitors. It’s an old cemetery in which most of the gravestones are broken or missing. There hasn’t been a burial here for over 80 years. Someone, at some time, put wooden crosses on many of the graves. The task was never completed, and there is a pile of weathered, fading crosses tucked to one side, back under the trees. But there is also this cross, leaning against a tree near the entrance, waiting patiently to greet all who visit.
I photographed this beauty at the annual birding festival on Galveston Island along the Gulf of Mexico. This Yellow-crowned Night Heron flew over and perched in a tree right in front of us. See the twig in its beak. It is breeding season and nests need maintenance.
One lone stalk of prairie grass, jutting up a little higher than all the stalks around it; just against a clear and cloudless sky. Nothing more.
Whether you are waiting for your spouse, a friend, or even just waiting for Godot, there must be better places to do it than this mold-covered bench which sits at the entrance to an old, unused, cemetery. The cemetery’s last burial was over 80 years ago in 1942. Interestingly, the bench is somewhat recent, built when someone set upon a never-finished project to place a white wooden cross on each of the old graves.
It’s not a true boardwalk, it’s the Pleasure Pier in Galveston, Texas; food, games, and carnival rides. Up above, the music is playing, the ferris wheel is going around, and the roller coaster is zooming about. Folks of all ages are having a great time, walking about hand-in-hand, eating cotton candy, Cracker Jack, and who knows what else.
This old lighthouse was built in 1872 at the tip of the Bolivar Penninsula, the entrance into the ports of Galveston and Houston. The original Bolivar Light was built in 1852 and then dismantled by Confederate soldiers during the Civil War. This replacement, built of iron plate, operated for sixty years, going dark in 1933. It is one of only two iron lighthouses surviving on the Texas coast.
Today, the paint on what was, at one time, a classic red and white striped lighthouse has completely worn away, and the old iron tower is now completely black.
About 50 miles west of St Louis, Missouri is Robertsville State Park. Near the high-power lines that cut through the park, there is a foot path that leads to the small Roberts family cemetery, an old, fenced-in, private cemetery in the midst of a public park. Here we are looking past an ornate corner post of the fenced plot to an aged and damaged headstone.
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