Graveside Watch..

"We stood beneath a tall black Pine at the edge of Glenridge road,..and I watched,..as you knelt with gentle grace,to stroke the handsome face of your only son.

There are no strangers here,I thought.

In this sheltered place where loved ones pause,to renew the ties that bind..."

I've wanted to document this little slice of O-Town for awhile.

While it may seem a little macabre at first glance,it's really just a way for me to integrate my love of art,and history,and the pensive nature of Sunday in season.

I don't know any of these people.

I do know that they lived,for a time,and that they were loved.

...I wonder.

Did young Tom die in some ill-conceived cavalry charge during the Civil War?..

What tragic childhood disease took the life of 2 year old Charlie?..The Flu?..Smallpox?..The physician,helpless on this day in 1858,could only offer a feeble,"I've done all I can,..it's in God's hands now"..

...Josie...In Heaven.

Her loved ones could barely afford this simple,yet poignant memorial.

While others ..

I have no such lofty rememberance in mind for myself,once I shuffle off this mortal coil.
I'd like to think that my own humble carcass will be on display in some theatre of higher learning,where serious students will giggle nervously,as the instructor makes clinical fun of my "extremities"..

..Have a great week kids!