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Ahh, Vegas: ye city of blinding neon lights and dim casinos.

Vegas askew [5750]

The stratosphere within: a mini tower inside a Stratosphere bar [5759]

The stratosphere without [5851]

Many family plots are demarcated by individual wrought-iron fences. These bear the decorative flourishes of their time: Greek revival or Fleur de Lys or high Victorian. After more than a century of wear, the fences now display a palette of rust-hued tones: verdigris and orange and the lace of blackened mold.

Iron transformed [6803]

Detail of an aged fence post [6780]

Splotches of rust [6797]

Disrepair reveals itself in the acute and obtuse angles of the cemetery, angles showing that time and wind and shifting soil trump the best intentions of caretakers and the family.

Bent and rusted [6823]

A view down the splotched fence posts [6822]

A rusted gate to the family plot, severely askew [6781]

This obscure cemetery offers many little hints of history - Civil War survivors, yellow fever victims, infant mortality, and pithy prose to remember the departed.

The small plot of land, sandwiched between farms and an illogically curvaceous country road, lacks maintenance: the grass is long but not fully over-grown and a massive oak branch lies intact on a family plot. Angles are obtuse and acute, but not right: metal gate posts lurch dangerously towards the sky while cracked headstones fan out on the grassy earth.

First, the scenic views. Next up, evidence of neglect in the many angles not right.

Old Masonic Cemetery [6786] by transpixt

Fence posts sagging [6818]

Trees and benches and headstones [6821]