This is a link to Urbpan’s post about his guided nature walk around Cedar Grove Cemetery, which I think is near Boston.
This photo caught my eye: planted boots. The inscription says, “Miss you Uncle John”.
I had a conversation about “sentiment” recently and how to make “place” and space for objects that reflect things that signify important remembrances. This is something that humans do, out of (almost?) all other animals. However, often things just get piled up and instead of being beautiful and significant they become just a confusion of “stuff” and garbage.
This pair of boots with plants growing out of them are like a poem of remembrance and a recognition of impermanence. They stand in perfect contrast to all the cold stone markers.