170 Comments Posted by Charlie

I can imagine an old man sitting in that chair visiting with his young wife or girlfriend whom he had lost many years before. I love all your work, Motts, especially the Cemetery stuff. Thanks..

I agree, Prairie Lady. I wouldn't mind becoming an Oak Tree someday. It would be extra cool if that tree was between my wife or girlfriend and I and was feeding off the both of us. Then, we would truely be one. :)

Were the dead transported there from the Mortuary or home and stored in the racks in their caskets until the funeral hour, or were they brought there and casketed in the caskets stored in the racks? If casketed there, wouldn't they be emabalmed and preped there? It would be unusual to embalm and prep a body and then transport it to the chapel to be casketed wouldn't it? I never knew such things existed. Nice shot. Thanks, Motts..

I would love to have this for a Myspace background. Beautiful. Thanks..

Back to the dust of the earth from whence it came.

Hey, Polar. I agree. That door looks to be solid White Oak, probably 2 to 3 inches thick. I love woodworking and woodcarving, and love the stone work and metal work in this cemetery. Thanks, Mr. Motts.

Beautiful, Stunning Shot! We attach so much ritual and beauty to death. Death, the end of life and the beginning of decay and the deep and dreamless sleep to await the Resurrection.

Maybe, they embalmed the bodies before they were taken away to minimize the spread of tuberculosis and other diseases. A very thought invoking image.

Looks like an old embalming table..

Beautiful!

Mr. Motts is not only a first rate photographer, but a first rate writer, also. The introduction to this album reminds me of the writings of Henry David Thoreau in his book, "A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers." I appreciate all the work you share with us, Motts.

The Anchor is an early Christian symbol of hope. I would guess, hope for salvation and the Heavenly journey into eternity. Death is so final, so Permanent.. Visiting an old Cemetery like this one we see the monments erected to honor people long gone and forgotten, and we realize that in time so shall we be forgotten as they.

Maybe, Mr. Motts will find time to photograph this beautiful old cemetery for us during spring, summer or best of all, Autumn.

Love that light and those bars. The late evening sun, when shadows creep slowly into darkness. Man, I can feel myself there. The quietness of the seen is actually visible. So creative, so beautiful.. Thanks Mr. Motts!

I love anything Gothic! Love how the vines creep up the wall. Creatively Beautiful!