This afternoon I biked around the graveyard on Comstock Ave. For those that don't know, this graveyard is massively huge. I got back into my kid-like sense of exploration. The graveyard has a lot to offer explorers too. There seem to be hundreds of different sections of the whole thing: cliffs that overlook the city of Syracuse, areas where there are no headstones just metal markers on the ground, areas where the monuments are little cathedrals unto themselves. I even found an old dilapidated barn where someone is storing used oil drums and beat-up furniture. Needless to say, lots of photos were taken. Some of my favorites are above. I've vowed that until the snow sets in I'm going to have to have regular Saturday afternoon treks.
Later in the afternoon I walked up to Westcott Street to visit the bead shop there. Vices, curse you! I spent $10 on beads and findings, but to my credit I got some really stellar beads. Most are being transformed into assorted types of jewelry as we speak (the apartment reeks of epoxy). The irony here is that I don't wear much jewelry, I just enjoy making it. I bought two bone beads that look a little like small wiffle balls that I'm not sure what to do with yet. Something will come.
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