Horror movies and age-old superstitions have given cemeteries a bad rep, but they’re among my very favorite places to explore. They exist on a different plane than the rest of the world; although not quite liminal, there is certainly something otherworldly going on in these sacred spaces. Perhaps it's our own preconceived notions of the dead, that fear of death and dying that we can't seem to overcome, permeating our minds when we step through the gates into the land of the dead.
(Not necessarily ghosts, but... maybe ghosts.)
I’ve visited all kinds of cemeteries -- Carcassonne, France where the graves are above ground; small, historical plots in Boston surrounded by modern skyscrapers; Native American cemeteries in Michigan’s upper peninsula; the expansive, tree-lined cemeteries of old Detroit. They are varied and yet the same.
The air is still, the world is quieter and there is a haunting feeling of being all-at-once surrounded by people, though you are completely alone.