Images from Forest View Cemetery (Connecticut) were taken in 2017.
Images from Dodge City (Kansas) were taking in 2020. (pending).
Images from Mesquite Cemetery (Texas) were taken in 2021.

"Thanks, many thanks, for the way in which you write of the portrait which the Sun drew of me . . . for a photograph literally means "a thing drawn by the light." Often and often my memory recalls your face, your words, your deeds, and all the unuttered and perhaps unutterable desires you had on my behalf - these things are "things drawn by the light," true photographs, upon my heart.
It is not astonishing when we place a photograph of a dear friend before us, look straight into the eyes, mark all the well known, hidden to others, expressions which rests upon every part of the countenance, how memory after memory rushes in upon us, like a high spring tide filling all our hearts, and causing us to feel every keen sense of pain as well as pleasure, compelling us sometimes to put the picture back again, or to turn away from so close a scrutiny?
This often happens to me, and that with whom I most love. Yet, it is a pain which is only in many cases produced by too keen a remembrance of former recollections, which comprise a treasure of pleasure. Strange the pain and pleasure should be so intermingled..."
- "Dr." John Alexander Dowie

Images from Forest View Cemetery (Connecticut) were taken in 2017.
Images from Dodge City (Kansas) were taking in 2020. (pending).
Images from Mesquite Cemetery (Texas) were taken in 2021.

"Thanks, many thanks, for the way in which you write of the portrait which the Sun drew of me . . . for a photograph literally means "a thing drawn by the light." Often and often my memory recalls your face, your words, your deeds, and all the unuttered and perhaps unutterable desires you had on my behalf - these things are "things drawn by the light," true photographs, upon my heart.
It is not astonishing when we place a photograph of a dear friend before us, look straight into the eyes, mark all the well known, hidden to others, expressions which rests upon every part of the countenance, how memory after memory rushes in upon us, like a high spring tide filling all our hearts, and causing us to feel every keen sense of pain as well as pleasure, compelling us sometimes to put the picture back again, or to turn away from so close a scrutiny?
This often happens to me, and that with whom I most love. Yet, it is a pain which is only in many cases produced by too keen a remembrance of former recollections, which comprise a treasure of pleasure. Strange the pain and pleasure should be so intermingled..."
- "Dr." John Alexander Dowie