November 2nd, 2021:
Prospect Hill Cemetery in early morning golden November light.
There is a quiet, enduring charm to the old section of Prospect Hill Cemetery. Grass and gravel lanes wind through the contours of the hill, dipping into small hollows and rising across the knolls. Mature trees and shrubs stand watch throughout the grounds, lending a sense of shelter and peace to the stones that mark those who came before. November has a way of thinning that shelter as the canopy falls away—leaving behind a final, brief blaze of color before the long, austere winter sets in.