This is the graveyard in Palmyra.
I have never in my life seen such a large graveyard.
Seriously, there must have been THOUSANDS of graves.
My lens could not capture more than a tiny corner at a time. I’m not even sure a wide angle lens could capture the enormity of this graveyard.
It just seemed ironic that a town of 3,000 people could have so many deceased.
This was an odd head stone . . . I really liked it. It was one of a kind. I’m just going to say this, graveyards are creepy to me.
Yeah, I just said that.
But this one was BEAUTIFUL. (You know that’s the only reason I photographed it, not because I have an affinity for graveyards!)
Can you image just having a letter on your headstone? That’s almost as sad as having a number.
This is the grave of Alvin Smith. He was Joseph’s Smith’s older brother who died when he was just 25.
This town has so much heritage. I’m pretty sure when I head out West again, I’m not going to stumble upon graves with deceased dates in 1700’s. Actually, I’m pretty sure the next time I enter a graveyard it will be because I’m at a funeral. I don’t want to make a habit out of frequenting these places.