Gleeson Cemetery.
I usually only post cemetery pictures on Halloween, but the small graveyard at Gleeson, Arizona is so cheery, and the Arizona sun is so bright, it’s hard to achieve the right spooky atmosphere Halloween shots require.
Prior to territorial settlement Native Americans gathered turquoise here. Copper and silver deposits were found near Gleeson in the 1890s, and the town boomed to about 500 people. Those mines played out by the 1930s. There are still a few people living there, but it has mostly gone to the ghosts.
I’m moved by the offering of beer in the bottom photo. It is such a sweet and personal and considerate gesture. It affirms that the person buried there is still alive in someone’s memory, in a way that flowers and candles do not. When I’m gone by all means bring beer, though I hope you will drink it and just leave empties. I won’t mind.
Dithyramb 