I visited my little brother in Atlanta this weekend--I'm so happy to have him (relatively) nearby! He planned a really fun day for us, and one of the things we did was spend a few hours at the Oakland Cemetery. This place is truly magical, and it was so moving to walk among the gorgeous gardens and very old graves. Cemeteries can sometimes be spooky, but this one wasn't in the slightest. On the contrary, the beauty of the scenery seemed to be a celebration of life and hope.
Margaret Mitchell, author of Gone With The Wind, is buried here, so we paid a visit to her gravesite. The cemetery is also filled with the graves of Confederate soldiers. I grew up in Upstate New York, an area that supplied the Northern Army with many soldiers and many lives, and I've always been proud of the men who sacrificed so much to save our nation. But in visiting these Confederate graves, I was reminded that the Southern soldiers were honorable, and brave, and selfless too. They were fighting for home too (though we wish their loyalty had been to their country above their state) and I felt sadness wash over me as I stood looking out at their tombstones.
Here are some photos of our visit. The first three are my brother, Noah's, and the last four are my iPhone shots. I hope you enjoy them.