Old Haunts.....

There are times when I just need to clear my head.

Over the years, I've tried many different ways of doing this....

And while all the "methods" have their charms, it seems that the one that does the "trick" the best is probably the one I've known the longest....

A trip to the cemetery.

The older and more remote, the better.

I like the feeling of being completely alone there....

Well, as "alone" as one can be there.

So, yesterday, I made a trip....

Down several old gravel roads....and then a few more.

The place is all but forgotten it seems, but the gates are always open...The earth has made sure of that.

The stones are so sparse and so scattered, at first, you may not notice them.

 

But they are there.

Some hidden....

Some forgotten:

  

The caretaker's tools becoming a very part of the earth....

But beautiful always...

And always welcoming....