Lately, whenever I head out of town without the kids, I end up in a graveyard. It's never planned. Just happens. Recently I took a trip to Nantucket. My friend Rosie grew up across the street from a graveyard. She said it was great for hide-n-go-seek. Benjamin Franklin's mother is buried here. The first photo is part of an ornate gate where only portions remain. I think the second photo is perfectly set with the spirit at the top of the gravestone contrasted with the gloomy background.