My mother-in-law is buried in this cemetery; it’s 600 miles from where we live, so our visits there are infrequent.
The last time we were there, it was early in the morning, and there was an old lady walking up the middle of the little cemetery road. From a distance – and even as she got closer – she looked exactly like my late mother-in-law. It was an odd feeling to watch her slow approach.
She spoke to us as she passed. Ghosts don’t talk, do they?
Anyway, this is a detail of tomb that’s in her cemetery neighborhood.
For some reason, the Confederate Army of Northern Virginia has a large monument here in this cemetery in New Orleans.
I am not going to get drawn into the argument about tearing down (or not) monuments to various “heroes” of the Confederacy. Nope. I won’t.
All I am doing here is recording the way the light is coming in from the back of this monument. And the way the many of the names have worn away. And the way those two Confederate flags sure do look new, in spite of the fact that there is a heavy, locked gate across the entrance to the memorial.
New Orleans, Louisiana