With the large amount of free time I have now, I ended up spending a few hours driving around trying to find something to take pictures of. I was in downtown Little Rock, and ended up making a stop at Mt. Holly Cemetery.
Now it is almost morbid to go to a cemetery just for the purpose of taking pictures, as if stomping around on the final resting places of unknown people is just a bit too much. That thought was going through my mind as I walked along the worn paths through the weathered stone markers. Mt. Holly Cemetery is old, dating back to 1843. The cemetery is located next to an interstate and in the heart of the city, but it's amazing how all the sounds of a city are muffled there. You don't hear the traffic on the road, but just the rambling of a squirrel moving through some fallen leaves.
Mt. Holly has a great collection of Victorian-era grave markers, overflowing with angels and other decorations. I was interested in the juxtaposition between the markers and the buildings downtown. So here is the shot of the cemetery, with downtown looming in the background.