Until now:
This is one of my favorite, and most vampirey-looking graves.
A tree. No more, no less. I thought the color was rather nice.
Surely Aunt Abbey was a Spinster Aunt, no?
The grave of Charlotte Canda, which I walked past many times without noticing. Why? Because the False Japanese Cedar always stole my attention. Incidentally, I have written rather an excellent ghost story about Charlotte and her diabolical aunt. (Disclaimer: there is nothing anywhere in written history that proves her aunt was diabolical. This is merely a figment of my fevered imagination.)
The chapel. I like the dusky autumn light.
Again, color!
The path of life leads but to the grave!
