Autumn Cemetery


I’ve always thought cemeteries were a peaceful place. 

Especially on a quiet autumn evening. 
The rolling hills in the Old Salem cemetery are laden with intricate grave stones, and lavish crypts. 

No one else was around, making for the perfect walk, as the setting sun cast a warm glow over all the graves and the crisp cool air began to settle in.





My favorite grave stone is one that takes the shape of two trees, belonging to a husband and wife who are buried together. I like it because it seems like something I would have chosen.




Spending time in cemeteries is good for the mind. A favorite quote of mine suggests visiting cemeteries often, because “To get in touch with life, we must first, get in touch with death.”
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