One of the things I like about being a writer is my tendency to be bitten by the curiosity bug. The whole bit about the history I put in my books from time to time stems from that. This past week, I spent out of town visiting family but we took a little detour in our trip and visited Chattanooga, Tennessee. While there we met with military historian Brigadier General (RT) John R. Scales, who wrote a book about Sherman’s Invasion of Georgia during the Civil War and with him toured the battlefields on Lookout Mountain (*cue Drive-by Truckers’ song here* ;)) and at Chickamauga. Reading about history is good for the brain, of course but actually seeing these places, especially this way, was really beyond neat. :) He took us all the way around the route the battle took and in the course of that to a little church that served as a hospital. Unfortunately, the church wasn’t open to visitors this day, but the cemetery next to it was open exploring. So I poked around because old cemeteries are always so atmospheric. The older the better, right? Unfortunately, when they are so old, the names are, oftentimes, rubbed off the tombstones. This one was no exception and I got some great shots.
But this being “Freaky Friday”, I had to show you this:
See anything weird there? I don’t know what that is–(it looks like an old piece of plastic to me–or is it an odd smudge on the lens? Who knows?) but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t there when I snapped the picture!