I Was Running at the Speed of Life

The cemetery is the closest large public space to where I live and functions like a kind of morbid park. To avoid needlessly having to walk to the bottom of South Street, I tried using GoogleEarth to see if there was a more convenient entrance - I couldn't make out much with its current resolution. Forced outside and handed a beautiful afternoon to waste, I put the camera in my pocket and decided to explore Southward.

Another Scene Began

This is Not a Thunderstorm, Prij, 02/09/05

High-flats rise in and out of low-lying cloud. Metallic screeches emanate from the ocean terminal. The humming of distant traffic and the drizzle form the ambient noise. Another walkabout.

This afternoon, despite the mild rain, I went up to the cemetery again and had a nice time. I wandered around looking for conkers for an hour or so - gathered around 15 of the largest I could find (including four very large conkers). When I came across the first Horse-Chestnut tree a maintenance van drove by - wearing my green heavy field-jacket, I stood still amongst the headstones. The van drove right by without seeing me. So childish.