This squirrel wants anonymity. Is there a Squirrel Witness Protection Program?
A few pictures taken at Mount Pleasant Cemetery. I lived across from here for three months on the other side of Yonge Street and never went in, so I took advantage of a sunny afternoon and had a look.
The cemetery is popular for joggers (and squirrels!), but I didn’t see any other cameras about and only a couple of other cars. I wanted to finish my film roll so I could take it for developing, so I drove down and around the winding narrow roads that criss-cross the cemetery while listening to a very funny CBC radio program and stopped the car whenever something caught my eye.
(There was something incongruous about being surrounded by tombstones and an occasional outburst of spontaneous laughter — suppressed when a jogger ran by — but it wasn’t out of disrespect. There was a time when I couldn’t laugh at all, about anything, so I view this as progress.)
I’m curious about who this Captain Fluke was, but a cemetery is not a museum — there aren’t any descriptive plaques or text elaborating on the history of this individual. As far as I could see, there aren’t even any dates for when he had lived. I suppose that is part of the charm of the cemetery: its mystery.
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Cemeteries are wonderful places. All sorts of lives and histories just waiting to be rediscovered. And then there are the lives going on through them and in them — they’re great. So peaceful. Great for walking.
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