Quiet Repose February 4, 2010

Not all is bedlam.

Just down the street from the Bedlam Bar was this nice little park with stone stalagmites. Very natural looking; the moss was sometimes bog-like.

Lots of old old memories of times past, this final resting places for mortals.

Whenever I paint in a cemetery I put out a warm welcome to the silence surrounding me, so just in case when I get the chills running up my spine, or hairs standing up on the back of my neck, I won't feel like I should skedaddle!

It's a great place to commune with spirit, and hear the stories.