The cemetery at Hodge's Bend is an old family cemetery dating back to the mid-1800s. After its final burial in 1942 it became forgotten and fell into disrepair.
Some years ago someone decided to mark each grave with a white wooden cross. It was a gallant, but ultimately futile effort. The forlorn old crosses are still there, some marking graves and others haphazardly strewn among overgrown bushes, weeds and gloomy Spanish moss.
And like most old graveyards, this one has a woeful and melancholy feel. Yet there are comic touches, such as a misplaced milk jug, that make you smile through the gloom.
I tried to capture both the pathos and the humor of the place in my photos. I hope I was successful.
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