Backroads

The interstate was closed in New York yesterday, at least for a small section as drivers passed into New York from Pennsylvania. Traffic was backed up for miles, mostly tractor trailers and those caught in their shadows.  Cars piled off looking for new routes or easy detours. Driving off onto back roads in hopes of finding their way to unknown destinations. Following the traffic winding through the countryside of New York until they faded away seeking their destinations the road less taken stretched out revealing small towns, farmland and once thriving businesses fallen to the wayside.

And long forgotten relatives resting along side the road in a lone cemetery. Sitting at the crossroads of a small highway and a side road. Stopping in an effort to take some shots of this long forgotten intriguing cemetery, camera out, admiring the old stone work reminding us of those long past. Looking through the lens the flashing low battery light, never a good sign, two frames clicked off....

Long forgotten, no parking other than the space created on the side of the road by other pulling off to visit.  A dilapidated iron fence lying on the ground not far from the Stone gate intended as an entrance. It appeared to still be under the care of someone, albeit not frequented by many, if anyone at all. Most stones were old, and tipping over if they had already fallen. A few had begun a descent into the earth like the one it memorialized. 

Traveling back on the highway this cemetery isn't far from civilization. So close, but still forgotten. Back on the highway the cars zoom off to their destinations. How many people even noticed the small cemetery on the side of the road? Traveling the back roads reveals so much of life, or how life was at one time, yet no one takes the time to notice in their busy lives.