scavenger hunt. While there, something else kept getting my attention. It was the cemetery bench. I'm not necessarily writing about the stone benches that are more prevalent today. I'm choosing to focus on the weathered, worn, and rusted benches that look like they'll turn to dust if you touch them.
There were several of these benches at Riverside, and two words kept coming to mind each time I would see one -- Empty and Waiting. Hollow and Lingering. These words might not seem to go together, I know. But they express my thoughts about the many souls that have used these seats. The living ones, and maybe even those of the ones passed on. The emptiness they were feeling. The yearning they had to see their loved one again, and possibly lingering in hopes of catching one last glimpse.
I consider myself a "picture taker," but not really a photographer, if you know what I mean. However, I think I captured something with these photos. It's a part of the cemetery even us taphophiles don't always notice. I hope you see it, too.