This page will feature an ongoing photo project entitled Nevermore in which I photograph the raven, Nevermore, in cemeteries in the United States and around the world.
Nevermore just returned from California where he visited a couple of cemeteries:
Nevermore as the Angel of Death at Daggett Pioneeer Cemetery near the ghost town of Daggett off Route 66 in the Mojave Desert of California.
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—
Daggett Pioneer Cemetery
Arvin District Cemetery, Kernell, California
Arvin District Cemetery
Arvin District Cemetery
Nevermore recently made a return trip to Bonaventure to reacquaint himself with his old friends:
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning–little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door–
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
Nevermore visits with Lisa.
And Corinne . . .
And Gracie . . .
And, finally, Tzadkiel.
Nevermore visits Christ Church Frederica on Saint Simons Island, Georgia
Nevermore contemplates from an old grave at Christ Church Frederica
Nevermore rests on an old bench at Christ Church Frederica
Nevermore helps out the Choirboy at Christ Church Frederica
Nevermore wonders about the swan at Christ Church Frederica
Nevermore at Greyfriars Kirk in Edinburgh, Scotland.
“This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!”
Nevermore isn’t too sure about this bird in the graveyard at Greyfriars Kirk.
Nevermore and a new friend at Greyfriars Kirk.
Infrared of Nevermore and the ruins of Melrose Abbey in Scotland.
Nevermore in the graveyard at Melrose Abbey
Nevermore at the gravesite of the heart of Robert the Bruce, which is buried at Melrose Abbey.
Nevermore in the graveyard at Melrose Abbey
Nevermore and the ruins of Lindisfarne Priory on the Holy Island off the coast of England.
Nevermore on Lindisfarne
Nevermore on the Holy Island of Lindisfarne
Nevermore on Yeats’ grave in Drumcliff, Ireland.
Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death.
~~William Butler Yeats
Nevermore in the graveyard at St. Columba’s Church in Drumcliff.
Nevermore peering through an angel’s wing at the Church of Ireland in Glencolmcille, County Donegal.
Church of Ireland graveyard in Glencolmcille.
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting–
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!–quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take they form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
Infrared of Nevermore with a standing stone in Glencolmcille.
Infrared of Nevermore at the ruins of an abbey in Galway, County Clare.
Nevermore in the graveyard at Glendalough, County Wicklow.
Nevermore and the chapel at Glendalough.
Nevermore visiting the Blessed Virgin Mary at Glendalough.
Nevermore in front of a tombstone from 1793 in Glendalough.
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Shadows at Glendalough
Nevermore at Alta Vista Cemetery in Gainesville, Georgia.
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore–
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
Nevermore at Alta Vista Cemetery, Gainesville, Georgia.
Nevermore visiting in the cemetery near the hamlet of Pitts, Georgia.
Nevermore at the cemetery in Pitts, Georgia.
Nevermore with friend at Orphans Cemetery in Eastman, Georgia
Nevermore hangin’ with the Williamsons at Orphans Cemetery in Eastman, Georgia. A.G. Williamson founded the cemetery on the death of an orphan child of a neighbor in 1887.
Nevermore with the Blessed Virgin Mary in Zion Baptist Cemetery, Chauncey, Georgia
Nevermore at Zion Baptist Cemetery, Chauncey, Georgia
Nevermore with Saint Francis at Zion Baptist Cemetery in Chauncey, Georgia
Nevermore visits Sheldon Church (the former Prince William’s Parish Church) in the South Carolina Low Country.
Until the day break and the shadows flee away
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore–
Till the dirges of his Hope the melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never–nevermore.'”
Nevermore with fence and grave at Sheldon Church ruins.
Nevermore at Sheldon Church, South Carolina
Hillcrest Cemetery in Savannah. Nevermore amidst the Spanish moss.
Hillcrest Cemetery–Nevermore and the Blessed Virgin Mary.
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee–by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite–respite and nepenthé from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthé, and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
Nevermore visits with Prince at Hillcrest Cemetery.
Sunset at Hillcrest Cemetery in Savannah. Nevermore visits with a resident Mockingbird.
Nevermore in Lehi Cemetery in Mesa, Arizona
Shadow of Nevermore
Nevermore at Lehi Cemetery
Lehi Cemetery
Nevermore at Mesa Cemetery in Mesa, Arizona
Mesa Cemetery
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered–not a feather then he fluttered–
Till I scarcely more than muttered, “Other friends have flown before–
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”
Nevermore and oranges at Mesa Cemetery
Nevermore enjoying the beautiful Autumn day at Greenwich Cemetery in Savannah.
Nevermore and friends at Greenwich Cemetery.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
‘Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou’ I said, ‘art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore–
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
Quoth the Raven, ‘Nevermore.’
Nevermore in Greenwich Cemetery
Nevermore at Bonaventure
Nevermore on the wall at Kotstrandarkirkja near Selfoss.
And an infrared at Kotstrandarkirkja.
Just for fun–behind the scenes at Kotstrandarkirkja, which was built in 1909.
Infrared at Kotstrandarkirkja.
Nevermore amidst the flowers on a grave at Kotstrandarkirkja near Selfoss.
Nevermore on a grave from 1676 in the cemetery at þingvallakirkja (church) in Þingvellir National Park in Iceland.
Nevermore and Corinne at Bonaventure, Savannah
Nevermore talks with “Lisa” at Bonaventure, Savannah
“Is there–is there balm in Gilead?–Tell me–tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
Nevermore on Conrad Aiken’s grave at Bonaventure, Savannah
Nevermore listens to the pleading at Laurel Grove, Savannah
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!–prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us–by that God we both adore–
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within this distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore–
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
Nevermore in Laurel Grove, Savannah
Nevermore in the rain at Laurel Grove, Savannah
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