day 242 of 365

Please stop by my other blog for a series of photos I took of an historic and very compelling cemetery in Woburn.  Even if cemeteries aren't your thing, I think the images will draw you in.   Click here to go there.

day 230 of 365

Again, with the name thing.  My name is Lucy Elizabeth, so I couldn't resist this shot. 

I'm musing on things around the house over on Mortal Muses today.  We have a great giveaway going, and today's the last day to get in on it.   Stop by!

day 220 of 365

An ancient family plot in the Lothrop Hill Cemetery -- most of the lettering obliterated by time and lichen.  I like how the larger stone leans gently towards the double one on the right, as if even in death they might move a little closer. 

day 57 of 365

Being a lover of all things old and historic, I often traipse around old cemeteries just to soak in the sense of the past that lives among the gravestones. My friends Sherry and her kids told me about a favorite stone in a cemetery nearby, and so I went on a hunt for it. She told me they used to visit her because they loved her name.


A few stones over I found my favorite...Freelove Crosby. A name equally comfortable in 18th and 19th century New England and 1960s San Francisco.