I am drawn to old cemeteries for their design. They seem so much more ornate than the current headstones I have seen. While wandering around a new city one day, I came upon this small church cemetery. I walked around and was intrigued by the old stones. They had such stories behind them. (I just didn’t know them of course.) There were signs for Masons and graves of children. It made me wonder about who was buried and the lives they lived. And then I wondered, do they know that their cold gray graves are visited, that a stranger thinks of them? I will never know, but I hope they do.