Another day, another cemetery.

Something about this time of year makes me want to spend a lot of time wandering through cemeteries, a fact which most people probably find disturbing. This one was particularly creepy, being one of the oldest in town. The air feels different when you walk into the graveyard: still, heavy, and rich with the stories of the lives of the hundreds lying there dead.

But despite all that, this set of mausoleums did strike me as a bit funny because they so remind me of my very first apartment. A little blond fourplex apartment that really was not much bigger than one of these mausoleums and even had the arched doorways. The resemblance is uncanny.