Cemeteries, pioneer cemeteries, hold a spell over me. Portland has quite a few designated as ‘pioneer’. Of course, they are not as old as eastern U.S. cemeteries. But, there a draw to them that intrigues and begs so many questions as you walk about.
I have decided to spend more time stopping along the way, whether on the open road or around town, and slowing down enough to study the markers and capture some with the camera that work their way into my imagination.
For years, I have driven by this old cemetery perched atop a hillside in Central Oregon. Always in a hurry to fish, the hillside begged but I drove by. This day, I pulled off and drove up into cemetery.
What a captivating setting. Rugged and almost forgotten. I walked about the tall, dry grass. There were hundreds of stories here and all the attendant questions.



Tombstones are a dying art form. Most of them are carved from CNC machines. No skill is needed anymore. I want to be buried with a stone that sets UPRIGHT not lying down to make it easier on the grounds crew! Give me a carved angel pointing upward!!! I love photographing old stones and graveyrads.
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I agree – there are so many stories! Every time I visit a old graveyard I am reminded to live my story with enthusiasm! I always enjoy visiting your blog!!!
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Thank you Rebecca. Your journey on your blog is very inspirational to those of us at a standstill with change. Thank you for visiting and supporting. Lovely photographs on your site as well.
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And here I thought you were in the fast lane and I had to keep up with you! Love visiting your blog and hearing the stories. In the end, that is what happiness is – our stories.
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