This title was not meant to be a contender for world’s worst burial joke – though happy to judge if you pop a response in the comments…
No, as I started writing this blog I realised I wasn’t entirely sure whether there’s a difference between the two terms. Are they completely interchangeable?
Having been through 1000s of my photographs of cemeteries, my lesson is now fully learned. I seem to have a tendency to photograph gravestones in portrait – which is great for that perky, upstanding, cross head stone. Continue reading
I was about to start this post by saying that I couldn’t remember when my obsession with graveyards began. But as soon as I started typing I think I know.
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Edgar Allan Poe is one of my favourite horror writers – hence the blog title and this quote from his poem The Raven.
I am so obsessed that not only did I visit his grave in Baltimore, I also dragged a friend through the Bronx to visit his house, own a poe-lka dot tote bag and a pair of Edgar Allan Poe socks. Yes, these things exist.