A recent holiday down at Robe on the Limestone Coast. Thanks to Jacqui, Rob and Shirl for their company. I love a cemetery, the long forgotten of yester year are always remembered there.
“I stopped in St. Bernadette’s Cemetery one of my favorite places… The trunks of six giant oaks rise like columns supporting a ceiling formed by their interlocking crowns. In the quiet space below, is laid out an aisle similar to those in any library. The gravestones are like rows of books bearing the names of those whose names have been blotted from the pages of life; who have been forgotten elsewhere but are remembered here.”
Dean Koontz, Fear Nothing
