Keeper of the Really Smart Words
@bookishnea
Jane Austen, Murderbot, Good Omens, Doctor Who, Sherlock Holmes fan. Occasionally a stoic philosopher, often a writer, currently a quilter and tombstone tourist. Warning followers about variable signal to noise since LiveJournal.
A thoughtful (or possibly bored) angel for #cemeterysunday
This is why I’m never that snot who tells Brits & Europeans “Just get air conditioning, ha ha” during heat waves. Sometimes shit breaks and you gotta do what you gotta do to make it through.
I live in the nexus of 3 farmers markets that are multicultural, experimental, & slightly pretentious, which is why my breakfast is bacon, egg, & cheese egg roll. I’ll eat the hot dog croissant with a micro green salad & apple pie after my 2nd market run for white wine infused cheddar cheese.
Meta, show talk, unhinged. Not fandom history (or drama); I was there
For the non-taphophiles in my skyline: Francis Scott Key pointing to the American flag.
Greeting the Fourth with one of the most famous residents in the #EastCoastCemeteries: Francis Scott Key, author of the poem “Defense of Fort McHenry” that would become our national anthem. Now, he points forever at a Star-Spangled Banner. (The Fort McHenry flag can still be seen in the Smithsonian)
The thing about #EastCoastCemeteries is that history is EVERYWHERE, especially in the original 13 colonies. The grave of this Revolutionary Brigadier General isn’t in a big historic cemetery or military memorial. It’s in a tiny roadside churchyard.
This was an awesome exhibit; highly recommended viewing. Sherlockians, one of the scene has a teeny tiny handmade The Sign of The Four; I got a print of it.
The Daughters of the American Revolution don’t always put their own logo on a Revolutionary grave, but they do have a little plaque about which chapter has noted the grave. Mt Olivet Cemetery, Hanover PA. #EastCoastCemeteries
Okay, fess up, how close are you to a drunkard’s grave? I’m on step 6, personally.
The SAR (Sons of the American Revolution; not affiliated with the DAR) at one point marked and mapped the graves of Revolutionary soldiers. This marker is in Mt Olivet Cemetery, Frederick, Maryland. No idea why there’s only 12 stars; one of the original 13 colonies is getting no love.
They aren’t elaborate, the old stones. No images, no angels, no statues. Yet these hold the highest honor in any cemetery.
You gotta do what you gotta do to get the shot! And you got a STUNNING shot!
In light of a bird discussion on my skyline, I sometimes wonder if I should take up bird watching to go along with graveyard photography.
Nobody can show me the effective difference in output between ChatGPT, Claude, or this.
Only way to do it. There was a skip in this photo.
For this #cemeterysunday I bring you the photo I call “Druid Ridge Dance Party”
Post one (1) photo of a painting that you took with your very own hands. The photo, that is, not the painting. Go.
“Theo, I am so proud of you joining the Royal Air Force in 1914, I’m going to honor your sacrifice with a statue and plaque in front of the family mausoleum.” “Thank you!” “You’ll be depicted dying nobly.” “Um…” “While buck naked.”
This quilt is called Learning Experience for so, SO many reasons. One of the handiest things I’ve learned is to pencil the number of pins I need to pull out right onto the pin holder. No more worries or ugly surprises later!
An unwashed industrious angel for #cemeterysunday because that’s today’s mood.
A lovely piece which inspired @thebloggess.bsky.social to commission the cover of Broken. (I can not commission but I do have a wonderful Rayyan print of mice steeplechasing on turtles with a tiny sketch in the margin.)
Summer has belatedly come & I am extremely heat intolerant, so no more wandering in graveyards until autumn. Have a #cemeterysunday from more bearable temperatures.
If I had a nickel for every bored angel I’ve seen in a cemetery I’d have two nickels but it’s weird it happened twice.