My father recently took me and my mother to a huge graveyard tucked into downtown Memphis. I had never seen the place, nor had ever passed by it, heard of it or seen pictures of it. But as soon as i entered, i was in love. Yeah, i know it's a little weird to enjoy being in a graveyard, but there is something so beautiful, silent and peaceful about it. I know i'm not the only one that thinks that. Here are a few shots of our visit and a couple from Beale, this first one is my favorite. A husband and wife, laid to rest together for eternity in love, under pillars of marble.
Can someone please "unattend" me?