Cemeteries

I belong to a minority of people who see cemeteries as parks for the living as well as the dead. Funny, my criteria for cemeteries and parks share one condition: a marked lack of people. Most of my excursions are indeed solo, and the less people I come across, the better.

My interest in cemeteries started during a exploring mission on the shores of Lake Geneva when I was knee high to a grasshopper (some contend I still am, but they have been made sorry for saying so). Circling the lake is a public path, unmarked other than where the grass has worn from use. At my young age I did not know this but followed the path as others had before me. Some of the homes on the lake are huge, looming and old, and I had just crossed onto the yard of one when I saw a small collection of gravestones nearby. Nothing sinister, just something that you don't see every day. Even in my young mind I understood that families sometimes buried their own, and that is what creeped me out.