|A dove for Rachel J.|
|No wine country cemetery would be complete without a wine cherub,|
grapes and glass in hand. That's a vineyard behind him, of course.
|Are the hands clasped in reunion, or unclasping as Annie Laurie slips away home?|
|The pointing hand tells us that Mahala Grigsby went to heaven. I wonder if any cemetery|
boasts a hand proclaiming that one of its residents went to the Other Place.
|There was a lot of typographic exuberance on the headstones in this cemetery.|
|More typographic exuberance. I think the stone carver liked type as much as I do.|
|My heart aches for Susan. I can't imagine any story for her that doesn't bear a heavy weight of woe.|
|The Jewish tradition of visitors leaving a pebble on the grave is sweetly interpreted here, |
on the curb of a family plot.