York Cemetery

There is something about Cemetery always has attached me to , The Peaceful feeling maybe , The feeling that you can stand between life and death at the same time and look at the eternity in between ...And wonder , Where is the End really !
Memories, Lost mothers, fathers, daughter and sons ...and many other strangers..
I like to look at the names on the graves, the years they lived and passed, the shortest and the longest lives, It is just make you wonder, where did they all go!
I had never went to a Cemetery back in Libya , always wanted to , but never could , so the other day I was passing by , And I sow The York Cemetery , so I went in , it is a very nice one , all green , just like a big park , I liked to walk around ..
and I took many pictures that I will share here ,Last time I found that the there is 2 parts of the Cemetery , I went to see the other part , It was not nice like the first one , the smell of death is all around , it was so scary and lonely , So I decided I am not going back there , But I am glad that I took a lot of pictures and went many times before seeing that other part ..
Most of people think that Cemeteries are full with died people , well , the way I see it cemeteries are full with memories , when people die all what is left to us are their memories , And at the end of every thing in life , nothing well last except memories ...

The scary part!

The other scary part that I did not like!

Here starts the nice part

Fireworks on Niagara blue sky at Friedy night

To my Dear Father (Ghiriani)

BOB DYLAN - Blowing in the wind (1971)

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
An' how many times can a man turn his head,
An' pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
An' how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
An' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
An' how many deads [sic] will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Wonder land ,Toronto.

Family Guy !