cemetary peace.

today, after my long forest hike, i decided to follow the road across the forest into a green area, hoping to discover another hidden treasure. it looked like it might be a park or picnic area. what i ended up finding was a beautiful and serene cemetary.

cemetaries don't creep me out. part of this is because i have been to the memorial park many times to bury many kin. i've also made many trips to visit them. i have always associated cemetaries with peace and quiet, sorta like how i feel when i walk through a park or the forest. usually, they are very green, full of foliage of all sorts, well manicured, empty of people, and thus a great place to meditate and breathe in fresh air. i hope the people resting in peace don't mind that i enjoyed being in their company and the company of the beautiful tree canopy road that ran down the middle, even as we are strangers. this cemetary was well kept, and dated way back in the early 1900s in terms of the birthdates of the residents. most of the last names appeared Swedish, some sounded German too. the cemetary is surrounded by a main road on one side and a small road on another. on the other sides, it is surrounded by lines of bushes and grass (unoccupied plots i presume) which gave off a gentle sense of privacy and peace. i noticed how many of the headstones were simple in nature, some very monolithic, which i really liked. i saw designs i had not seen back in the US cemetaries. cemetaries also strike me as very artistic as well. they make for poetic fotos. black and white fotos always seem to capture the solitude, tranquility and eternity of these beautiful final resting places. i would love to sit on the grass and read a book in the late afternoon, perhaps have a picnic, oh but i know the policy on picnics. just an afternoon dream i have... thank you kyrkogård, for being a wonderful afternoon discovery.