When we reached Bonaventure cemetery I wandered down the road alone and away from my husband and his sister.
I like to be by myself when taking pictures because people can be a distraction and sometimes get in the way. I found myself close to what I thought was the back of the cemetery when I came upon this scene. I just stood there while the sun moved in and out of wispy clouds casting shadows across this forlorn stage.
I knew they were preparing for a Military funeral because some of honor guard had pulled in up at the front though nobody had made it back there yet. I wondered if it was another soldier lost in the non-existing war? I didn’t know.
I stood for a long time gazing at the emptiness of death. No casket, no people, nothing but symbols of what was to come. A silence hung heavy in the air. Not even a bird twittered or flew, just the wind dancing like ghosts through the Spanish moss.
Then the spell was broken by the beat of an approaching helicopter and soon a chopper approached circling overhead.

I took a few shots then strolled on.
Seeing another road that angled off to my right I went deeper into the cemetery not even thinking of the possibility that I might be considered lost by those with me. But with 600 acres to explore I couldn't let any grass grow under my feet, Lord knows it'll grow a lot longer over them.


Photo taken in Bonaventure Cemetery Savannah, Ga.