Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Fleeting Life

I've been exploring my new neighborhood.

Today, I found that the second major street up from where I live eventually dead ends into a large cemetery with graves going back to the mid-1800s, including a plot of civil war veterans.

It's perched on the hill, and from the higher graves you can see the port of Oakland.

















I felt half reverential and half desecrator, treading among the graves, peering into the old mausoleums, pushing old dirt of the markers laid down a generation before I was born.































2 comments:

timidvenus said...

thats where my grandparents (along with some other relatives) are buried.

Ann Thrope said...

Huh! What a coincidence, I wonder if Adam and I saw the markers.