Those Who Serve

Whenever I find myself in a cemetery the first headstones that I am drawn to are the Veterans.  They seem to pull my focus to them.  Perhaps it is because I come from a long line of Veterans or because I am a disabled Veteran myself.  All I know is that if I have limited time to document a cemetery it is  Veterans first.

I visited the cemetery in Chloride recently.  It was started in the 1800's and is still being used today, even though Chloride is considered a Ghost Town.  The Cemetery was windblown with wild squash and gourds growing on some of the graves.  The ground was soft and my foot went through to a casket once.  It sits in a vast ocean of desert with tumbleweeds traveling through.  There were paw prints in the soft earth and scat was evident also.  American flags were evident and so were several open grave-sites.

As the wind blew I grabbed some photos and wondered about the Veterans buried here in the cemetery of a Ghost Town.

                                                          Son and Father side by side.