Early Sunday morning I went to visit the Forest Hills Cemetery in JP.. I'd never been but always heard the most amazing things. I've heard it's the best thing about Boston, and I think I have to agree.
The morning was perfect. Warm with this strange eerie fog everywhere. I was immediately interested by the pond and decided to get flashy and walk about the fallen birch branches .. (I grew up on a pond, so this type of stuff used to be a piece 'o cake!)
Well, I've certainly gotten a bit older from my pond days and things didn't end pretty......
Yep! That's me, contorted face and all! Trying to pry my wet silk scarf out of my necklace, all while getting yelled at by a security guard for parking on the grass and having some strange women staring at us (I swear, the only other person in the cemetery besides us happened to be right by the pond and she saw the whole thing!)