"I could sit there for hours. It's one of the most beautiful places in Charleston" -
a friend+ of mine, in reference to the Unitarian Universalist graveyard off of King Street
I have never felt much life in cemeteries, especially the sterile ones I've seen in the suburbs. In Charleston, though, much as in Boston, quite a few of the church graveyards are chaotic, asymmetrical, and wild, just like life. The more unkempt cemeteries are comforting, blending right in to the environment, unlike the perfectly-mowed landscapes of other burial grounds.
I told this friend that I was walking over there this afternoon, and he responded umphatically (feel free to use my newphemism!), "See if you can spot my favorite gravestone, the one being swallowed up by the crepe myrtle." Some people might find this correspondence disturbing, but I was enthralled by it, to describe my reaction innocuously.
The following are a few of my favorite photographs from my visit: