Cemeteries, especially old cemeteries, are such beautiful and peaceful places. I love to visit old cemeteries and walk quietly through, pondering on the lives of the people who are remembered there.
The Alvarado Cemetery just east of Georgetown, Colorado, is one of my favorite cemeteries. I happened upon it one day while out exploring in the back country. It was just after sunrise one July morning and of course we had to stop so I could take a closer look. There is sacred peacefulness in old cemeteries, and it is even more special when you’re able to be there alone in the early stillness. It is a place to walk quietly and carefully and to photograph with great respect.
I have since returned to the cemetery several times, in different seasons of the year. Most of the time I am the only one there, though occasionally I encounter others, mostly photographers, when I visit.
There are stories in old cemeteries–long lives that must have seen such interesting things in their time–what was the world like for them 100 and more years ago? There are lives cut too short–always too many babies and children in pioneer cemeteries. I think of the heartbroken parents, laying their babies to rest. The Alvarado Cemetery was opened about 1865 or so, as best I can tell. There are many contradictory records on the internet and some sources that are just plain odd.
But nevertheless, I love to visit there and wander quietly among the wildflowers and the aspen and the headstones and monuments, some of which are beginning to disappear slowly back into the earth.
The seasons are changing again and it may soon be time for another visit. These are a few favorites from previous visits.