tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406319356659344188.post4358915676084567659..comments2024-02-26T08:43:47.488-08:00Comments on Domesticated: Graveyards, Mortality and SnowThe HouseCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07783576090040274742noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406319356659344188.post-44293980799634788082018-07-20T09:16:39.654-07:002018-07-20T09:16:39.654-07:00Obviously drinking in graveyards is not to be reco...Obviously drinking in graveyards is not to be recommended, it was a post punk thing at the time, infact I've been of the booze for 10years now as it interupts my hand and eye skills for painting. Love reading your blog,<br /> good stuff.christophermcelhinneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08802342902254386543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406319356659344188.post-77348058773932319022018-06-27T09:57:53.087-07:002018-06-27T09:57:53.087-07:00I visited Glasgow Necropolis about two weeks after...I visited Glasgow Necropolis about two weeks after you posted this - it's a very special place. While I don't condone drinking in cemeteries, I can sympathise with the sense of alienation - for me, I used to climb over the school walls and run off to go find places in the city I could be myself without the rest of the world 'getting on my case'. The HouseCathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07783576090040274742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406319356659344188.post-10405685110871229652018-04-20T03:20:40.351-07:002018-04-20T03:20:40.351-07:00Yesterday as I slowly walked through Glasgow Necro...Yesterday as I slowly walked through Glasgow Necropolis I meditated on saddness and loss in an environment condusive to such thoughts. I thought of William from Lebonan Hanover singing the lines " I like to wander some graveyards alone / And think of all that Iʼve become" and a deep feeling of the transient nature of existence began to pervade my soul. Then I began to experience a profound sence of solace as my artists eye gazed apon an architonic funeral figure in stone. The lamenting female sculpture had an enhaced rarifiyed beauty because of the fact it had aged and was partly crumbled. It made it more moving and powerful that vegitation had began to grow over the form. This peace was broken by the terrible memory of 30 years earlier of how in the post punk era we broke into an 18th century graveyard in the middle of the night in order to get very drunk and take photos. Being so estranged from general society as a teenager that you would visit the graveyard to secretly underage drink alcohol is the part of 80s goth turmoil that only underlines how alienated and "other" we felt. christophermcelhinneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08802342902254386543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406319356659344188.post-18504475475454833472015-02-04T14:41:46.448-08:002015-02-04T14:41:46.448-08:00It is rather cold and snowy here, temperatures oft...It is rather cold and snowy here, temperatures often below -0°C, and apparently was around -12/-13 °C a short while back. It's very nice to look at, but I'm wrapped up in a cocoon of coats, scarves, gloves, boots, etc. often with thin gloves under my thick gloves, two scarves/a scarf wrapped around my head to keep my ears warm and my hair in place, under my hat! The HouseCathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07783576090040274742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406319356659344188.post-53057134874685909272015-02-04T13:10:16.957-08:002015-02-04T13:10:16.957-08:00Beautifully said. I feel the same way. Now I want...Beautifully said. I feel the same way. Now I want to get out for a nice stroll. Maybe when the weather is a little warmer Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11791063414465395349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406319356659344188.post-75335933785705655682015-02-01T11:26:49.434-08:002015-02-01T11:26:49.434-08:00That sense of "sweet sadness" - a sense ...That sense of "sweet sadness" - a sense of melancholy at the transience of things, yet sense that even the worst things are fleeting; very few places other than graveyards have that. The HouseCathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07783576090040274742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406319356659344188.post-33193970251141511292015-01-31T00:19:56.788-08:002015-01-31T00:19:56.788-08:00Cemeteries are beautiful in my opinion. I could st...Cemeteries are beautiful in my opinion. I could stroll for hours just enjoying the silence and admiring the statues. There is a sweet sadness to it and I cannot help but want it from time to time. <br />Of course people find it awkward since they associate a graveyard with death and decay which is not altogether wrong but, the eerie feeling you have while being there cannot be found in many other places. :)<br /><br />unknownprettylies.blogspot.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406319356659344188.post-85378842599916728772015-01-30T08:33:10.023-08:002015-01-30T08:33:10.023-08:00Ah, that is because I was trying to get a good van...Ah, that is because I was trying to get a good vantage point to photograph the church next door! <br /><br />But yes; one ought to be respectful. I try to obfuscate or outright not include any names and dates on headstones, and I do not clamber on graves or their markers, and try my best to keep to paths where there are paths, and to always shut the gate if it is that sort of graveyard where you're supposed to (a lot of rural ones, so that deer etc. don't get in). I do not shout, run around or make much noise, I always take my litter away with me, and I make sure to observe any notices. The HouseCathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07783576090040274742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406319356659344188.post-57673440775568788642015-01-30T08:30:31.179-08:002015-01-30T08:30:31.179-08:00As my access to various cemeteries and graveyards ...As my access to various cemeteries and graveyards is that of a member of general public, my visiting hours are those during which the gates are unlocked for public access. <br /><br />I have my own strange experiences which lead me to think that such things as reincarnation make good sense, and that there is more to the human existence than the physical, but it is not the sort of thing I wish to share on this blog - I guess if I had separate blog for spiritual/Pagan matters, then yes, but not here. The HouseCathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07783576090040274742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406319356659344188.post-38730440751000685762015-01-30T08:26:34.792-08:002015-01-30T08:26:34.792-08:00You're not alone in visiting graveyards just f...You're not alone in visiting graveyards just for wander, and they're fabulous places to take a camera as long as you are respectful. Also you find strange things in graveyards like a housecat with parasol and camera 😃 Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406319356659344188.post-32050971151553323562015-01-30T08:19:12.562-08:002015-01-30T08:19:12.562-08:00I take care of and live by several cemeteries, whi...I take care of and live by several cemeteries, which are situated directly to the west, south and east of me. These burial grounds are historic, green of course, with lots of trees, wildlife and grave markers. As you mentioned, they are great places to find relative solitude. On moon-lit nights I enjoy walking around in them, observing the long shadows caused by the moon as it rises over the tree tops. Some people find my love of cemeteries morbid but...oh well!<br /><br />As for the afterlife, I'm not sure what I believe. I've had experiences with unexplainable events and beings--even in one of the cemeteries. Some sort of reincarnation and/or recycling makes sense to me; but then again, I know that the human ego has problems facing its own extinction. None of us have the answers. You're right though, there's plenty of reason to live life to its fullest. Nightwindhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07148270720593016700noreply@blogger.com