Roots of the dead

Underworld

Beneath the graves of our loved ones roots funnel down, down to an underworld alive with memories, alive with possibility that perhaps–do you think maybe perhaps?–the dearly departed can never, ever, ever leave our embracing hearts, our fond recall, our encompassing reach.

Note to those still alive attempting to comment: I have turned off the commenting function of this blog until I catch up reading other people’s posts.

This photo comes to you from the Pequaming Cemetery in November, 2010. Hope you enjoy!

About Kathy

I live in the middle of the woods in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Next to Lake Superior's cold shores. I love to blog.
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