John knows that I find cemeteries fascinating, and along with the requisite train ride, I think a cemetery visit is a must when I/we travel. This one was rather forlorn and I couldn’t get any close-ups because the gates were locked (as was the case with all the NYC cemeteries that we happened upon). It had the most vigorous squirrel population I’ve ever seen–the ground was crawling with them.
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I have been lucky enough to travel with a friend who does not find my love of cemeteries morbid or odd. She has embraced their peace and the stories they tell. They are a place to let the imagination run free.
The locked gates would have been awful – like being the kid who can only press his face against the glass of the candy store window.
Oh, I love visiting cemeteries in new towns! I think there is truly no better way to learn the history of a place than through its cemeteries. I especially love the pioneer ones–the older, the better. Of course, being a fiction writer, I get a lot of ideas from the the odd trinkets left at the base of headstones and the inscriptions.
Cool picture!