You have to buy the bottle before you can drink the beer!
Like Ocracoke, Nags Head also has some tiny family cemeteries out of the way on back roads.
The monument of George Jago compels interest for its use of a popular song and its odd iconography.
A handsome monument betrayed by dicey versification and bad typesetting.
Moved by the incredibly sad story of the American chestnut, I sought out and adopted a relic of one of those noble, dead, giants.
Who writes out ‘hundred’ in the number 1790? The Ebenezer Marcy stonecutter, that’s who!
Elegant script in an out-of-the-way Pennsylvania cemetery.
A stone one notch above vernacular slices and dices a hymn to make a quick point.
Once again, breathtaking beauty is where you find it.
One of my favorite poems, with a photo from Kensington Gardens.