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.

Those Fall colors.

It has been a very cold, very grey Fall (when was the last time we saw the sun?). I am loving what the constant cloud cover has done to the colors of the Fall, muting them, fading them into tones that are calming and comfortable. Here's hoping that the gloom hangs on just a bit longer so I can look my fill.

Getting back (or, hello, and I've missed you).

I took a rather long break from taking pictures. Earlier in the week I went to this very lovely cemetery that is so old in sections that headstones and benches are crusted over, graves are sunken in. It was a perfect place to get back in touch with my camera.

There's just something about cemeteries, isn't there?

God gives us love. Something to love He lends us. ~ Tennyson

I came home by way of a different route, and almost got killed doing so.

But the things I saw along the way made it completely worth it.

In this imperfect world.

"...from now on...I'll be searching for those moments of always within never. Beauty, in this world."
~ Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog