The season of fall also promises breathtaking scenery, not only around my home and in the mountains of Georgia, Tennessee, and North Carolina (just to name a few), but also in the cemetery.
The bright colors of the fall are different from the bright colors of spring. The reds, oranges, browns, and golds actually remind me of the passage of time. Walks in the cemetery are filled with pauses. Not only for photographs, but for moments of reflection and wonders for the ones who came before me whose footsteps I'm possibly retracing. It is easy to immerse myself in a cemetery on a crisp fall day.
In October of last year, we (Mother, Aunt and I) took a road trip to the very pretty Asheville, North Carolina. In between hiking at Chimney Rock, taking in a museum, eating at the Fiddlin' Pig, and driving the Blue Ridge Parkway, we toured through Riverside Cemetery. The changing of the leaves was not quite in full force, but there was enough color to leave a beautiful lasting impression of this sacred space.
I'll leave you with one more picture of the beautiful fall scene in the mountains of North Carolina. It (along with the first picture in the post) is from along the Blue Ridge Parkway. Who knows, maybe there's a family cemetery or two down there!