I decided to take some photos over at the cemetary in Winter Park. The day was beautiful and soft and lighting good. The first thing I noticed was how the many trees seemed to be bent over and intertwining with the branches of other trees in an effort to protect the spirits within.
There were lots and lots of headstones, few mauseleums, but had fun looking at names and dates and inscriptions.
This angel next to a small indescript marker said so much more than all the beautiful words expressed on the many 'high end' marble pieces. It stopped me and suddenly I thought of that article I had read about a bride who died yesterday in her husbands arms at their wedding reception, and what about the latest soldiers killed in the Iraq war, or the brutal ethnic cleansing in Africa? This one tiny piece of plaster angel took the weight of the world upon itself for me today. I kissed my finger and touched it to the top of it's head then walked on...
