For the most part, I really dislike cemeteries. Don’t most people? They can be so creepy. And Hollywood capitalizes on that, making dead people crawl out of the ground and live people get sucked in… No good.
Recently, however, I have found a graveyard that I consider quite friendly. I used to ride through Grandview Cemetery on my way to work, and I return for visits relatively often. Huge trees canopy the lots, and gravel drives wind their way through the headstones. The stones are not always laid out in strict rows; they seem to be gathered like little communities–many of which date back to the 19th century. There’s something about this cemetery that makes me feel like a part of the human family. Those buried here seem to really rest in peace. Peace extends throughout the grounds like the leaves that reach to touch one another.
Yesterday, Steve and I walked over to take some pictures and enjoy the beauty of the place.
P.S. Please don’t steal my pictures; that’s just rude. If you’d like to use one, just ask. If you’re a fellow artist, I’m sure you understand.