July 23, 2007

• Evening Sanctuary

  This evening, while left to my own devices, i decided to take a walk in the cemetery near my house. Ordinary, modern cemeteries are creepy- like big parking lots for the
  dead, where nobody who's still alive wants to linger. There is rarely anything
  sacred in those places.  My cemetery, however, is a sanctuary; the
  spirits have been so long in repose that they welcome new life, new
  contemplations, and the trees grow tall and wide and invite visitors to
  sit and think beneath them. It is a sprawling nineteenth century garden full of sweeping paths, vaulted tombs, wooded sanctuaries, and pensive sculptures. There is tranquility there, a kind of
  pensive peace between light and shadow, there are stories sleeping there from long
  ago. It's also got its fair share of squirrels, whom I disrupted in the early twilight while meandering around with my camera. I also met a bevy of preoccupied angels, contemplated some inscriptions done in romance prose, and stared down a bronze eagle.

  Click on the angel to see a collection of photos from my sojurn:

  

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