I have about had it with this stupid stomach bug. It’s been going on a week too long. I’ve even pre-ordered Thanksgiving dinner, which is something I haven’t done since the one year that my pancreas tried to kill me. I just feel too under the weather to deal with the effort, and three little whizzing machines (aka, the foster pups) are already more than a handful to deal with. Cooking an elaborate meal in between cleaning up the non-existent bladder controls of those three and while feeling perpetually nauseous does not sound like a good time. Sigh.

Oh, so, yeah, check out this unrelated photo that I took. Yeah, daisies!

Spring Grove Cemetery is so large that each trip I see something new. I’m not even sure what this building is or was. I had a map, but I didn’t really look at it. Getting out of the cemetery is always an adventure due to my lack of map usage. But that’s beside the point. This building is all kinds of creepy!

I’m a sucker for a good sunset. Autumn sunsets are always the best. Vivid, bursting with color, while everything else is in a deep silhouette.

Juliet just wants a few things out of life: for the foster puppies to quiet down, for a good cup of coffee, for Investigation Discovery to be on 24/7 on the tv, and for the rest of the popcorn that Peanut is eating.

One of the pictures from my Spring Grove visit. I’m fascinated by stone angels and figures on gravestones. This one, however, freaked me out. I don’t know why exactly. 

I think it’s just the solitude of the area at the time and the sort of darkness of the sculpture. Or because it’s green.

In my weekend with the dslr camera, I took a field trip to Spring Grove Cemetery to snap some pictures. Of course that was the weekend that the temperature decided to plummet and the sun opted not to come out of the clouds that day, so I was freezing and significantly creeped out by being in a cemetery in gloomy weather. What didn’t help matters is how I kept thinking to myself how, aside from a hospital, a cemetery is the last place I’d want to be in the event of a zombie apocalypse. That is assuming that the apocalypse would be more like a George Romero envisioned one where the dead would rise from the grave. Yeeegh.

Anyway, as I was jumping out the car, snapping pictures, freezing my ass off and creeping myself out, I stumbled upon a mausoleum, which was one of many in Spring Grove. As I walked around the back, I noticed the backside of a stained glass window. I circled back to the front and peeked into the bars and saw the front of the window, which somehow managed to have a bit of a glow even in a gloomy overcast day. I positioned the camera as best as I could between the bars to snap a pic (thus the haziness in the corner), and then ran out of there because the echo of the shutter in the mausoleum scared me.

I’m not always this jumpy. In fact, later that same night, I spent a few hours in a supposed haunted school, taking pictures and “investigating”, and I was not a coward whatsoever. More on that in a future post.

Every year, I make a plan to take pictures of the leaves changing in the fall, and every year I manage to completely forget to do this. It’s not like I don’t have a tree in my own yard or anything, so I have no excuse for my forgetfulness. This year, I managed a few shots in before the freak weather took over.