mortuary of sonnenberg cemetery framed by perfect red trees. it's strange, but as soon as autumn hits us there's that invisible pull that makes me want to visit cemeteries. i guess it's the correlation of a moribund nature & a place of the deceased, which in my head goes hand in hand very well. there's an aura to cemeteries around this time of the year that is hard to ignore, haunting, bewitching, phantasmal. for me, cemeteries were never places of sadness & despair, but fascinating & daunting, exciting even. there is a calmness to them that i always think of as soothing & regenerative. even as a kid i begged my parents to come along for visits to my grandparent's grave. it was always so interesting for me to walk next to the graves and read when someone was born and then died, to calculate how old they were or to read the memorials. i loved looking at the decors on some caves, fresh flowers, wilted ones, neatly tended or long forgotten. all t...