I have been dying (no pun intended) to go to a cemetery and take pictures. A graveyard lends to an eerie cold atmosphere that I have wanted to capture. R surprised me on V-day by whisking me off to a Cemetery in Philly. I know that sounds weird – but there are so many love stories of the past buried at Laurel Hill Cemetery. Some are estranged lovers bought together at their resting place, while others are long love stories that have finally found their bed. Its great to hear, see and admire not only these tales but also the lovely ornate architecture of the Cemetery. I posted a few pictures below if you would like to see more Click here. Happy Valentines Day all.
Too shy to dance
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