Friday, October 8, 2010

Forgotten Graves


 I finally got into the old cemetery on Agua Mansa today. It is sad, stark, lonely, vandalized, peaceful, weed-strewn, vanishing. Lizards posture in the hot sun on tombstones, dragonflies battle over tumbleweed territories and the ground is riddled with squirrel holes, causing the grave markers to tilt and topple.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.”  Samuel Beckett