My sister's family lives a stone's throw from this pretty cemetery. In all the years she's lived in the neighbourhood, I'd never gone in. The cemetery dates back to 1853. Not surprisingly, there are many old tombstones there. It was bitterly cold today and I wasn't dressed for the weather. With numb fingers, I took several pictures and vowed to return another day. Click on the music link below and enjoy the scenes. Erin
This is the closest I've come to seeing a fragment of a dream. I have a recurring dream where I'm lost in a hilly cemetery as a child. I heard a radio program recently in which a man confessed to seeing the woman he is meant to be with in a dream. He has a picture of what she looks like in his mind and now is searching for her. Strange.
Cemeteries are a place where little mysteries unfold before your eyes. The clock has no place here. Everything slows to a halt and you're just left marveling at the beauty and wondering about the people buried beneath the ground.
Looking up at the chapel on the hill.
When I was a child, a boy at my church was fatally struck by a car. I couldn't think of anything worse than for parents to lose a child. His death was very strange and upsetting for me. Every experience seems amplified when you're a child.
Gone to earth.
There are many broken gravestones at this cemetery. I'm not sure if they've been toppled by vandals or just victims of time and weather. This one caught my eye. I noticed a miniature stone leaning against it.
It's hard to make out what it says. It must have meaning for someone.
The tree above is in memory of the people written about on the plaques below. They sound like fascinating people.
Over ground.
Path to the chapel.
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Someone with a sense of humour.
One of the more interesting tombstones I've seen.
Lest we forget.
nice tribute
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