Journal of a barely post-Luddite Miranda.
While my publication credits include non-fiction and poetry, I write romantic suspense and magic realism.
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Thank you, Sam.
One of my favorite places in the world, besides Westminster Abbey (which is also full of dead people) and the Chicago Public Library (full of books), is the Grand Lake Cemetary in Colorado, just south of Rocky Mountain National Park. There are towering pine trees and photographs and notes written in sticks and favorite skis and rusted gates and tiny children's plots (influenza) and herds of elk to pay their respect. It's a beautiful place that gives death the right amount of respect and life the joy it deserves.
I Love the mystery that the light and shadow in this photos invoke.
Yes, SS.Once it was a style to inscribe the cause of death on markers. One can trace the course of epidemics - small pox,influenza, typhoid...It seems also the idea of grave goods - whether above or below - is perennial. I have seen conch shells in old cemeteries near the sea.Now, many cemeteries have strict regulations regarding such remembrances.The only shades and shadows that day were natural ones, Lisa.
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