It’s that time again.
This week we went to the Aspen Hill Memorial park. It is the 2nd oldest pet cemetery in America, with an estimated 20thousand pets interred there as well as 40 humans that couldn’t bear to be separated from their pets in death (and that is as it should be). Petey, the dog from the Little Rascals is there. Rags, a World War I Army mascot is there. J. Edgar Hoover’s dogs are also there, 6 of them.
I went there to take pictures and I took nearly 70 of them. Still, I still need more work…a lot of the pictures, while interesting to me, were sadly lacking in composition. *sigh* I find it so frustrating to see something, and think I have captured it in my lens only to find I have leeched all life from it. I would like to revisit this place to try and get the shots I was really looking for, but I don’t want to wait too long. They seem to be taking down a lot of the trees in their efforts to reclaim the place from the past. As they are doing this, they are destroying some of the markers, and are deconstructing the peaceful feeling of the land. Personally, I’d love to see them put a brick wall all around it…and tame the trees not kill them. It is VERY obvious that a lot of these trees were planted in memory of a beloved pet and it makes me sad to know they are removing those testaments to love.
Saddest picture I took…a memorial that said, “For the only companions I ever had.” Heartbreaking. Saddest thing I saw…a memorial that said, “My heart is buried here.” *sniff*
#1 The Guardian (He who stands outside the final resting place of a couple and their beloved pet dog. This was actually a quite elaborate crypt, but desperate for come tender loving care. I may have to plant flowers and flowering bushes in my yard just to take up there to this place. The vases behind this little guy looked so lonely and empty.)
#2 Bunny on Patrol. (Bunny, the bulldog, watches everyone wandering through her part of the cemetery. I want to go back to get better pictures of Bunny, this one did not capture what I loved best about her. She has such great texture, surely the best of the statues we saw that day. The moss on her gave her a reality the others didn’t have. This is one of those sculptures I could see coming to life. And on a purely technical note…how is it that I made her nose blurry but nothing else? HOW? Ugh!)
And in a macabre twist of fate, we discovered a dead squirrel in the middle of the cemetery, I didn’t have the heart to take pictures of it but it was quite the sight. Vivid. *sigh*