Week 33 Nashville Here I Come

For whatever reason, I had been so looking forward to Nashville since I first found out about it.  I felt if I could get out of town and get some distance even if only a couple hundred miles I could find myself again.  I could forget about family drama, work drama, personal drama and that is exactly what happened.  I didn't spend money at the nice mall, go to exotic museums or meet the famous people, that were alive.  I grabbed my camera and plotted my course for the nearest and dearest cemetery and thought about nothing but photography. If only for a few days I chose to forget and spend time thinking about good things. 

Since I had never been to this cemetery and I was not expecting it to be this great I decided to only photograph things I had never seen before.  This is one of the most moving and saddest monuments I have ever seen.  The expressions and movements of the children are so lifelike it was scarily touching.  This was on the stone below.
John Burch 09-03-1881 - 09-22-1886
Leslie Jr.  10-17-1885 - 01-09-1886
Maria Burch 12-12-1886 - 03-22-1887
The gardner asked, "who plucked these flower?" The answer was, "the master."  And the gardner held his peace.