Oakland Cemetery

My friend Tabitha and I got a day together to play with our cameras.  We had a great time together, even though we waited out a bad storm that blew through Oakland Cemetery and kept us in the van for a good 45 minutes.  

There were locked gates in the entryways of many of the mausoleums like this one.

There were also dozens of benches throughout the large cemetery, many right next to tombstones like this.

The angels were all pointing up.

Hard to tell in this picture, but it was a torrential downpour for much of the time we were staying dry in the car.

The only unlocked gate I saw, but I didn't reach out to try pushing it open further.  I'm sure it would have made a racket!

These faucets were EVERYWHERE we went.  I tried turning one to see if water would come out, but I couldn't make it budge.

Look closely.  She has tear marks staining her cheeks.

I loved this statue.  Her arm raised, pleading and her head bowed in prayer.  Her long curls pulled back from her face.  I wondered why she carried such a large cross.

Many of the mausoleums had stained glass windows on the backside, illuminating the narrow corridor within.

Lions were the guards of choice on the mausoleum doors.

This little succulent hung onto the rain perfectly once the storm had passed over.

Margaret Mitchell was buried here, next to her husband.

This cross was probably close to 12 feet tall.  I wondered how long it took to chisel into this shape and how many men it took to lift it into place.

These graves had interesting stonework laid into the ground to outline the plots.

The bathroom had good light coming in through the window :)

She seems so tired, doesn't she?

It seemed odd to stand in the middle of this cemetery with graves dating back to the early 1800s and then seeing the downtown Atlanta skyline behind them.

Many of the main roads for driving on suddenly ended on brick roads like this.  Cars were not allowed on the brick roads, which made for one eventful ride in reverse about the length of a football field.

After finding our share of photo ops in Oakland Cemetery, we drove over to Little Five Points.  There were the standard shoes thrown over phone lines.  But this was the first time I saw dangling flippers.

A street musician played his violin with many sprung strings on his bow.  His friend played a guitar.

Amen!