Today I ventured further from home to a more rural cemetery. Since it is closed to traffic in the winter, I walked in from the road to a pristine setting after the new snow. Everything was fresh, quiet, and serene on a rare day of sun in upstate New York. The older section of the cemetery felt timeless, as if I could reach back to the era when the people buried here had been active members of this little community.
I wondered about the lives of the people under the snow, resting so quietly on this day. In the center photo above are two headstones of brothers killed during the civil war. Their monuments, once deeply etched and bright white marble, are now worn and fading. It is difficult to read the inscriptions.
I wondered about the animal who ran across the buried headstones, above left, and then ran on, seemingly up and around the tree, above right. The cemetery was certainly its playground that day.