The Order of Cemetery Photographers

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love sunny days in cemeteries loves gray days in cemeteriesMood: cold coldPosted at 9:17 PM Nov 6 view more

  • The Order of Cemetery Photographers

  • 26 / Female
  • City of Angels, Pennsylvania, US
  • Last Login: 11/9/2009

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About me:


The Order of Cemetery Photographers is a community of photographers intrigued by cemeteries and statues. The site will be a collective of photos from various artists.

All pictures on the site are encouraged to be signed by the artist.

Who I'd like to meet:

[This site is maintained and run by Megology/Dream in Honey Photography]

Please know I will NOT add you without a note attached! And don't bother adding if you're not going going to comment on the photos or submit art of your own!

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Interests

  • General

    Photography; Art; Music; Cemeteries; Statues; Sadness; Sorrow; Loneliness; Pain

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  • Music

    Piano Magic
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    Erik Satie
    Dead Can Dance
  • Movies

    Dellamorte Dellamore
  • Heroes

    Angels are everywhere....

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  • Nov 12 2009 1:22 PM

    Hello .New serie of photos :When the shadows are feelings ,is on line.A
    video is also on line ,for present this serie.Don't hesitate to give
    your critics . Thanks very much , BC





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  • Nov 10 2009 8:37 PM

    le Musée des Vampires et monstres de l'imaginaire,
    vous ouvrira bientôt ses portes
    et son coeur,bien que saignant encore,
    dans un cadre unique,un
    endroit mythique où cathares,
    templiers,alchimistes et sorcières,tous vicitmes
    de la sainte inquisition,renaîtront de leurs cendres
    et aideront à pourfendre certains préjugés et
    idées reçues qui règnent encore en maître
    depuis bien trop longtemps ...
    avec des artistes et auteurs
    nouveaux ...

    The Museum of Vampires and monsters of the imagination
    will soon open to you its doors and heart,though still
    bleeding, in unique settings,a mythical region
    where templars,cathars,alchemists and witches
    were tortured and killed by the not so holy
    inquisition for reasons that will
  • Nov 10 2009 5:31 PM

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    You with those sad eyes
    Don't be discouraged
    Though I realize
    It's hard to take courage
    In a world full of people
    You can loose sight of it
    And the darkness inside you makes you feel so small.

    But I see your true colors shining through
    I see your true colors
    That's why I love you
    So don't be afraid to let them show
    Your true colors, true colors
    Are beautiful like a rainbow.

    Show me your smile
    Don't be unhappy
    Can't remember when
    I last saw you laughing
    If this world makes you crazy
    And you've taken all you can bear
    Just hit me up because you know I'll be there.

    Your true colors
    Are beautiful
    Like a rainbow.

    Just remember
    If this world makes you crazy
    And you've taken all you can bear
    Just hit me up because you know I'll be there.

    ~You're Beautiful Like A Rainbow.~

     

    xoxo

  • Nov 10 2009 2:24 PM

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  • Nov 10 2009 10:32 AM

    Moonlit Night
     
    It was like Heaven's glimmer
    caressed the Earth within
    that in Her blossom's shimmer
    She had to think of Him.
    The breeze was gently walking
    through wheatfields near and far;
    the woods were softly talking
    so bright shone ev'ry star.
    Whereat my soul extended
    its wings towards skies to roam:
    O'er quiet lands, suspended,
    my soul was flying home.

    by Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff

  • Nov 10 2009 10:26 AM

    i'm cleaning out some files...and re-gathering everything that is scattered throughout my hard drives...
    kind of like a cemetery round up...here's a pair from Highgate...
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  • Nov 9 2009 10:29 PM



    Some art by Marie-Francois-Firmin Girard
    I hope you enjoy!



    A Quiet Moment





    The Japanese Toilette







  • Nov 9 2009 6:04 PM

    We are not living better. We only die slower. Death is on our side while we count the empty hours. We waste away. We always will be foreign to ourselves; shivering before the abyss all alone. Sometimes the rain from above the silent sky reaches out and falls within, and the echoes of the past are crossing the stormy way of doom and whisper of honor and pride. Outside the past, created poverty and introduced sins unleashed hell and broken harmony, social disease and mental silence. A creation of minds insane. Sinful virtual life. No virtues to be found in the absence of truth, honor and glory. Paranoia is the game and their prayers are insane. Bleed forever divine creation! Between me and my dying dreams I wither away. My existence slowly fades. I die to hide. Feels like suicide – an absurd feeling that required my death. When will I decide for the last time?

    It’s so hard to be strong.

    Sincere wishes from a Silent Space
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  • Nov 8 2009 10:32 PM

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    Through Agony

    I

    All night, through the eternity of night,
    Pain was my potion though I could not feel.
    Deep in my humbled heart you ground your heel,
    Till I was reft of even my inner light,
    Till reason from my mind had taken flight,
    And all my world went whirling in a reel.
    And all my swarthy strength turned cold like steel,
    A passive mass beneath your puny might.
    Last night I gave you triumph over me,
    So I should be myself as once before,
    I marveled at your shallow mystery,
    And haunted hungrily your temple door.
    I gave you sum and substance to be free,
    Oh, you shall never triumph any more!


    II

    I do not fear to face the fact and say,
    How darkly-dull my living hours have grown,
    My wounded heart sinks heavier than stone,
    Because I loved you longer than a day!
    I do not shame to turn myself away
    From beckoning flowers beautifully blown,
    To mourn your vivid memory alone
    In mountain fastnesses austerely gray.
    The mists will shroud me on the utter height,
    The salty, brimming waters of my breast
    Will mingle with the fresh dews of the night
    To bathe my spirit hankering to rest.
    But after sleep I'll wake with greater might,
    Once more to venture on the eternal quest.

    by Claude McKay
  • Nov 8 2009 7:25 PM


     

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    Have a wonderful Sunday!

    Dark greetings
    AngelofFate
  • Nov 8 2009 12:04 PM

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    have a lovely day : )
  • Nov 8 2009 10:05 AM

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    Have a wonderful day, Katrin
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  • Nov 7 2009 5:44 AM



    Welcome to Gypsy's world!
    Visit often and make yourself at home!
    It's a pleasure to meet you!



    Leilaby
    by Sir Frank Dicksee






  • Nov 7 2009 2:10 AM

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  • Nov 6 2009 10:19 PM

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    well done..thats great news! : )
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  • Nov 6 2009 9:30 PM

    “Perhaps all pleasure is only relief.”
    - William S.Burroughs
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    Love & R..elief.

  • Nov 6 2009 7:38 PM

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    Have a great weekend!
  • Nov 6 2009 6:19 PM

    Have a great weekend!

    BvC