Death is perhaps the only thing worth losing your head over.
(the lovely Highgate Cemetery, once again. Oh, how I hope to return there one day._)
I want this to be my grave. Think the owner would mind giving it up? Or sharing?
(photo taken in Highgate East Cemetery, Feb. 2011)
“Flies come before he’s well dead… They wouldn’t care about the smell of it. Saltwhite crumbling mush of corpse; smell, taste like raw white turnips.” James Joyce, Ulysses
(Photo taken in the gorgeous Highgate Cemetery in London)
I like the way time has worn the faces off of these statues — the forgotten faces of the dead. Taken in Bromley Cemetery, London, February 2011.
This dude obviously had STYLE. Not to mention an offbeat sense of humor… Highgate East Cemetery, taken in February, 2011.
Compare and contrast. Sacred and profane? Highgate Cemetery in London, England and Hackney Cemetery in Riverview, FL.
Taken in Hackney Cemetery, Riverview, FL.
I dislike the suburban American cemetery. It’s so new and neat and well-ordered . It’s like we want to impose some sort of regularity on death, feel some sense of control. It also tends to be a bit tacky, like we haven’t yet figured out how best to display our grieving. I wish we had a sprawling, ramshackle, overgrown Ode to Death like Highgate Cemetery around here. There’s no illusion about who is in control in a place like that!
