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Taken at Oakland Park in Atlanta, GA.

Every cemetery I’ve ever been to always gave a sense of sprawl and serenity. Gentle breezes rolling off the hills, manicured lawns and an underlying sense of calm and tranquility.

Oakland Park was the first cemetery to break that mold. Nestled between major roads in the middle of Atlanta, with a MARTA station right in front of the entryway, and mausoleums and gravesites practically overlapping each other, it’s a cemetery that shows its age. It started with six acres and ballooned into eighty-eight over the years. It’s chaotic and haphazard and hot and topsy-turvy and absolutely askew.

It’s wonderful.

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