Liberation Leads To Exploration

So I am on my lunch break, with nothing but Tomato Basil soup on my mind, when we come across this lovely fellow. He was having a hard time crossing the street with all the fast moving cars and all. So my coworker Ash and I stopped to offer a helping hand. To say the least, he was not very receptive to our offer. But rather than see him turned into turtle soup, we forced our help upon him. I carried his sewage stinking keester 100 yards back to his swimming hole trying to avoid losing a digit the entire way. Not so much as a thank you for my efforts. Oh and my tshirt was purely coincidental...
Photos 2,7,8,9 by Ashlea Taylor

















After our Turtle Liberation was complete, we noticed a small garden fenced off from the surrounding properties. Upon closer inspection, we realized that is was not a garden, but a small family burial plot. But here's where it gets a little weird. Nearly all of the plots within it, belongs to infants and children. I mean no disrespect by posting this, but I had never seen anything like it. Headstone after headstone....children. Unbelievable.