I hope I’m not being too morose, but I happen to find cemeteries fascinating. The architecture of the moss-covered stones and patinaed markers which lie behind iron gates and brick walls is not only beautiful but revealing as well. The monuments are filled with interesting art and also tell a history of the people in a community.
While roaming up and down a graveyard, my imagination wanders through a haze of time. Who were these people and what were their lives about? Sometimes a few words on a headstone can suggest an entire story, yet other times I don’t discover anything beyond a name and dates. Nonetheless, even if my own relatives are not laid to rest there, a cemetery teaches me about those who went before me. It is not only interesting, but also a great source of tranquility and solace.
And blanketed with a quilt of winter white, it is especially lovely and peaceful.
2 comments:
Lynn, this is beautifully written! You really do have a way with words!
I LOVE that you have curiousity with cemetaries. Same here.. they are beautiful, and serene. A peaceful setting, and ultimately representing REST.. a final rest. I used to do my walking through a beautiful cemetary in Fremont when I lived there. I remembered the names of several from headstones, and often thought so much about who they were, and what kind of person they were in their days on Earth. Amazing stories that I will never know or hear.
In my photo class we had to do a series of black & whites and I did mine on some VERY old cemetaries around GR. My professor loved that I did that - most thought it was scary or odd, but he agreed so much with my portrayal, its all in the eye of the beholder!
Marah
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