Mount Moriah Cemetery in the southwest corner of Philadelphia’s outskirts.
I had heard about the place being in a state of decay (though it is slowly being unearthed and restored), but it was still fascinating to see tombstones arising out of massive patches of Japanese Knotweed, Ailanthus, Mugwort, Princess Trees, you name it – it feels like every weed in Philly has carved out a place here, though the Trees-of-Heaven might be winning.
Weather having its way with larger structures.
There seem to be many acres that haven’t been touched in a while – and while they’re filled with graves, only the tallest are visible without clearing the jungle.
Approaching this particular clearing in the dense Ailanthus, I found myself asking, “are we still in Philly?”