Last night I got around to editing my website for the first time in about a year. I had to rekindle my passion with her as she was in severe need of it. I corrected a resolution problem with my header, threw up a few new graphics and re-did my gallery section. I had what was called “hot spots” as a links over my pictures before which didn’t work with all browsers so I did it the easier way and just made the preview picture the actual link to the specific gallery rather than having hot spots.
I also added a new gallery titled “Oakland Cemetery.” I walked around this gorgeous, historic cemetery in late August 09’ and attempted to capture the peaceful serenity that rests here. I was actually supposed to be helping clean the grounds (part of this Hands on Project) but slept in late that day, missed it and decided to just wander and take photos instead. There were HUGE mausoleums, Margaret Mitchell’s resting spot (among many other notable residents), hundreds of civil war graves, acres of rolling green grass, beautiful landscaping and amazing statues. I was taken back by the elaborate headstones that sprinkled the grounds and also some of the messages inscribed onto them. It was not a sad place but a place of thought. The way the cemetery lit up and welcomed so many visitors that day with open arms gave me a joyful feeling. I think after the passing of my Dad, I truly realized how much meaning those little spaces hold for people.
One small hole holds years of old memories; laughter, tears, friends, family, vacations, children, parents, love. Visiting this cemetery also made me think of my future and what my Great, Great, Great Granddaughter will be thinking as she possibly walks the same path I’m walking today. What will she be like? What will she believe in?
Well, it would be cool if I was around long enough to see for myself! Maybe I can be frozen and then dethawed in a couple of hundred years; like Walt Disney. But if not, there’s something that lives in the depths of my soul that tells me everything will be alright – even after death.










