Not among the living

Graveyards are something we cannot escape. They range from small ones to large cemeteries. Sometimes you will find one next to or surrounding a church. Sooner or later, most of us will reside in one.

This is a big city graveyard, not too far from where I live. I've been to a few cremations there, but never walked around it. When I did, this is an overview of what was seen.

At first there are the relatively recent graves. Some kept up, others not.

Things soon begin to deteriorate.

Then the ground starts taking over.

Eventually, this happens It's as though the resident has decided to hide forever.

I find that English graveyards tend to be in disrepair. Where I lived in the States many years ago, the small town's cemetery was looked after and you never saw stuff like this.

A visit to Germany a while back there was a graveyard which was immaculate. What really struck me were the names. Many, the same as the ones in the little mid-west town where I spent my early childhood—it was kind of strange. Both the American and German ones looked almost the same and very well maintained.

I don't spend much time among the dead. Occasionally, when out on a trek, I might pass a small village church. Some are completely surrounded by the graves, which I find really odd. A bit like, "Why do you seek the living among the dead?"
Oct 02, 2014