What was wrought

This week I made a return visit to St. Michael’s Cemetery near downtown Pensacola. The last time I went, I focused on photographing the historic monuments and gravestones. This trip, the wrought iron work, which is every bit as beautiful and intricate as the stones, fascinated me.

Photos shot with a Nikon D60, using an 18-55mm, 55-200mm, 20mm f/2.8 wide-angle, 50mm f/1.8 prime lens, Nikon CoolPix S205 and/or iPhone4)

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19 thoughts on “What was wrought

  1. I see the wrought iron in your background, here, too 🙂 (Looks gorgeous, BTW.) I, too, love cemeteries (old ones, preferably). Did you see Liz’s cemetary SIMC photos this week?

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  2. Absolutely beautiful.

    I have a serious love for cemeteries. Not in a morbid sense, lol, but in their look. The history they hold. The art that exists in tomb stones and, like this photos, wrought iron fencing. This set makes me supremely happy artistically to see. 🙂

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