(Snapped on 2/08/11 - using an iPhone and two Instagram filters)
I can't explain why I'm so hypnotized by cemeteries...but the grim truth is - I just am. I find this especially odd, considering - I've warned my kids ad infinitum, that if they bury me in the ground when I die - I will haunt them forever and eternity...
(Snapped in January, 2011 - using a Holga 120)
Aged 5 yrs. 10 mos. and 20 days
Discovering the tombstones of children and babies, is something that never fails to crush me. But I guess it stands to reason, that it would get to most people...
(Snapped in February, 2011 - using a Holga 120)
The side by side headstones of Tinker and Infant however, affected me differently than any others I've come across. As soon as I found them, I felt this eerie attachment...and an intense desire to return, and I have. I've probably visited Tinker and Infant more times than I've visited my own mother, who was buried (tragically) at age 35 - no more than 100 feet away from where the two little tikes lay to rest.
(Snapped on 2/04/11 - using an iPhone and an Instagram filter)
Maybe it's a maternal instinct or something, that compels me to pause at the graves of wee ones who died, sometimes long before I was even born...
(Snapped on 2/16/11 - using an iPhone and an Instagram filter)
...and although I literally know nothing about Tinker and Infant (and chances are - that I never will) I have the sneaking suspicion that for whatever reason - I will continue to pause by them...often.