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A Quiet Place to Think

cemetary1r.jpgNot everyone is comfortable walking the hollowed grounds of old cemeteries, but it’s something I enjoy. A cemetery is definitely one place you can be alone with your thoughts, at least in a temporal sense. Whenever I visit major cities, especially those in the northeast whose cemeteries are really old by U.S. measures, I like to find the oldest cemetery and wander around reading tombstones and enjoying the funerary art. Finding the oldest as well as the most interesting headstone is an enjoyable time-consuming game, at least to me.

I’ve yet to meet many people who are comfortable wandering cemeteries, and I should explain my visitation habits only occur during the day (I may enjoy a cemetery but I’m not immune to the heebie-jeebies!). And I’m always careful of where I step and cognizant of what’s below, although it doesn’t seem to bother me. Sadly, cemeteries seem rarely visited except by the homeless looking for a safe place to sleep. I have on occasion been suprised to find a poor soul asleep behind a large headstone or small mausoleum. Sleeping near a grave is too creepy even for a veteran cemetery walker like me, but then I’m not living the desperate life.

I could go on, but I think today I’ll end with these photos from a recent trip to the Old City Cemetery in Galveston. Enjoy…if you dare!

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2 comments to A Quiet Place to Think

  • Pics look beautiful.

  • My father passed on his love of walking around graveyards to me, I’m afraid. We once lost him in Cambridge, MA, only to find him wondering around a small graveyard near Harvard Square.

    Your pictures are the brightest, liveliest photos of a graveyard I have ever seen.