I spend time in cemeteries taking pictures. I enjoying the feeling of connecting with the past as I wander among the stones. I appreciate work on the headstones and memorials and greatly enjoy taking shots from odd angles to get a different look at them. I don't really expect to have any ghostly experiences there but maybe "visits". I have had some odd experiences in some, both in day and night time.
The older the headstone the more interested I am, I gravitate towards the older part of the cemetery, run my hands gently on the stones. Paying my respects as I ponder potential pictures. It is a very relaxing way to spend some time. For some may be odd or creepy but alot of the cemeteries are set up like parks.
Once by myself wandering a local cemetery, I was walking along the path when I felt a pinch, like something reached up and got me. Was a very odd sensation and when i looked at the headstone I just passed I had to laugh, was a young soldier who died at the age 19... I guess young men were the same through all the years.
The irony of a lot of this is that my parents are not buried but scattered. Both by their request. Their hearts remained in the state they grew up but was the the same that I did and currently reside in. As I go thru the old family pictures left behind I often come across pictures taken over the generations of headstones of ancestors who have passed. I come by this naturally I guess
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