October Stone Stories: Homer Watson, Spiritualist

Posted on October 11, 2026 Posted in October, Stone StoriesTagged Art, Canadian Cemeteries, Cemetery Blog, Cemetery Blogger, Cemetery Photography, Gravestone, Homer Watson, October Stone Stories, Spiritualism, Taphophile, TravelLeave a comment

When you think of famous Canadian artists, you might picture their paintings hanging in a gallery. But what if their former home also has a few ghost stories to tell?

Back in 2024, my mom and I visited the Homer Watson House & Gallery in Kitchener, Ontario, as part of a Guess Where Trips Historic Haunts adventure. Guess Where Trips creates surprise road trips with pre-planned stops, so you can discover hidden gems and local history without having to plan the whole day yourself. I wrote about our adventure in a previous blog post, Cemetery Road Trip: Guess Where Trips.

On our visit to the house, we let the staff know we were particularly interested in its haunted history, and they kindly gave us a private tour, focused on the ghost stories.

Portrait of Homer Watson. Homer Watson House & Gallery, Kitchener ON ©2024

The Artist

Homer Ransford Watson was one of Canada’s best-known landscape artists. Born in 1855 in Doon, now part of Kitchener, Ontario, he developed an interest in art at a young age and received his first set of watercolour paints when he was eleven.¹ He had little formal training, but learned by studying other artists and copying prints.¹ He eventually became known for his landscape paintings, many of which were inspired by the countryside around his hometown.¹

Watson’s career took off in 1880 when he exhibited The Pioneer Mill at the first exhibition of the Royal Canadian Academy.¹ The Marquis of Lorne, Canada’s Governor General, purchased the painting as a gift for Queen Victoria.¹ The Queen acquired another of his paintings, The Last Day of the Drought, the following year.¹ His work eventually reached audiences beyond Canada, with exhibitions in cities including Paris, London, Glasgow, and Chicago.¹ He also became the first president of the Canadian Art Club.¹

Today, his former home is a museum and art gallery, where we got to learn more about his life, his art, and some of his more unusual interests.

We toured the rooms one by one, stopping to hear stories from our guide along the way. One of my favourite spaces was the art gallery room. Added in 1906, it has high windows that let in natural light without taking up valuable wall space.² The house didn’t get electricity until 1915, so that natural light would have been especially important.² The room is still used as an art gallery today.²

I also loved seeing some of the tools Homer used to create his paintings. His paint palette and brushes have been preserved, along with one of his easels.¹ According to the house’s history, he died in 1936, leaving an unfinished painting on his easel.¹

The Spiritualist

The room that really caught my attention was the front parlor.

Homer Watson was a Spiritualist who believed in communicating with the dead, and the front parlor was one of the spaces where he held séances. Spiritualists believed they could connect with the spirit world, through séances or mediums.

And he wasn’t the only notable figure interested in spiritualism. William Lyon Mackenzie King, Canada’s tenth prime minister, was also a Spiritualist and became friends with Homer. The two participated in séances together, including one held in Homer’s parlor on a Friday the 13th.³

One of the artifacts I found most interesting was a collection of spirit cards. These were used during séances to record messages believed to come from the other side. Some feature Homer’s own handwriting, and the gallery has transcriptions to help visitors understand what the cards say.

Homer’s interest in Spiritualism became especially significant after the death of his wife, Roxanna, in 1918.³ The two had been married for nearly four decades, and she had been an important source of support and artistic advice throughout his career.³ After her death, Homer struggled with his painting until he experienced what he believed was a visit from her spirit.³

According to the story shared by the gallery, Homer was sitting in his studio when he saw Roxanna at the bottom of the staircase, surrounded by a curious amber glow. He recalled her telling him, “Do not despair. All is well, Homer.”³

The house still displays the chair associated with this story. Seeing it in person, alongside the staircase, made the story easier to picture. Whether you believe in ghosts or not, it’s an intriguing piece of the house’s history.

I was particularly taken with Watson’s painting, Untitled (River by Moonlight). The dark, moody blue tones and the moon peeking through the clouds made it especially beautiful. I later learned that Spiritualism influenced Homer’s artistic outlook, too. He saw his creative work as something connected to a greater spiritual force, making the relationship between his art and his beliefs even more interesting.³

Doon Presbyterian Cemetery

Of course, no Stone Stories post would be complete without a cemetery visit.

The staff were happy to point us in the right direction when we asked where Homer was buried. His grave is at Doon Presbyterian Cemetery, just a short walk from the house.⁴

The large Watson family monument commemorates several members of Homer’s family.

It bears the names of his parents, Ransford, who owned a local sawmill, and Susannah, as well as his older brother, Jude Nathan, and his sister, Phoebe. Jude Nathan died in a brickyard accident, while Phoebe continued to live and work in the family home after Homer’s death.⁴ An inscription on the side of the monument also remembers Homer’s only son, Charles, who died at birth.⁴ One side of the monument is dedicated to Homer and Roxanna.

After learning so much about Homer during our visit to the house, it was nice to finish the day by visiting his grave. Between his artwork, his family history, and all the stories about his interest in the spirit world, there was certainly a lot more to him than I knew before our trip.

I’m glad we made the stop in 2024. I’d recommend Homer Watson House & Gallery to anyone who enjoys a bit of art, local history, and a few ghost stories.

October is an especially good time to visit, as the gallery holds its annual Spirit Season fundraiser, featuring haunted history tours, paranormal investigations, and other spooky events.⁵ Check the gallery’s website for the current schedule if you’d like to plan a visit of your own.

Thanks for reading!

References:

Homer Ransford Watson | Homer Watson History & Archives
Homer Watson House | Homer Watson History & Archives
Spiritualism Tour | Homer Watson House & Gallery
Doon Presbyterian Cemetery Tour | Homer Watson House & Gallery
Spirit Season 2026 | Homer Watson House & Gallery

October Cemetery Stories: Mizpah Pioneer Cemetery

Posted on October 4, 2026 Posted in Cemetery Stories, OctoberTagged Canadian Cemeteries, Cemeteries, Cemetery, Cemetery Blog, Cemetery Blogger, Cemetery Photography, Gravestone, History, Mizpah Pioneer Cemetery, October, Taphophile, TravelLeave a comment

It’s been a little while since my last blog post. Life has been keeping me busy lately, and the blog has had to wait its turn.

But with October here, I’m excited to get back to sharing some cemetery stories!

October seems like a good time to explore some of the spookier side of cemetery photography. So, over the next few weeks, I’ll be sharing a few stories with a little mystery mixed in.

This week, I want to share my experience visiting Mizpah Pioneer Cemetery in Muskoka.

I visited Mizpah earlier this year. I went there to explore the cemetery, photograph the gravestones, and see what I could learn about the people buried there. I also had a rather strange experience when it was time to leave.

A Cemetery Trail Through the Woods

Mizpah Pioneer Cemetery is a little different from the cemeteries I usually visit. Instead of rows of graves spread across an open field, this cemetery follows a trail through the woods. A simple wooden arch marks the entrance, along with a large, hand-painted sign that tells some of the cemetery’s history.

I have a soft spot for handmade signs. There’s just something about them that makes a place feel a little more personal. This one gives visitors a glimpse into the people and community that once existed here.

During our visit, there were several fallen trees along the path, so we had to climb over them to reach some of the gravestones on the other side. We did our best to visit every grave we could find as we made our way along the trail.

It’s definitely not your typical cemetery layout, and I found that made exploring it even more interesting.

Mizpah Pioneer Cemetery, Grassmere ON ©2026

A Little History

The pioneer community of Mizpah was established in 1885 and was originally known as Nelson’s Appointment. The name changed to Mizpah after a church was built in the area. The cemetery sign explains that the name comes from a passage in Genesis: “The Lord watch between me and thee when we are absent from one another.”¹ By 1910, most of the families who had settled there had moved away.²

According to the sign at the cemetery entrance, the pioneers who settled here carved their homes and lands from the surrounding forest. The families remembered at the cemetery include the Harts, McGinases, Nelsons, and Halls.¹

The cemetery was used for burials between 1884 and 1905. Only a small number of memorials remain today, and there may be other graves in the surrounding forest whose markers have disappeared over time.²

The community church once stood beside the cemetery. According to the entrance sign, it was later rebuilt as a school and eventually became a home nearby.¹

Among the surviving gravestones are members of the Hart family. Herman Hart died in 1891 at the age of 83, while Thomas Alvin Hart died in 1886, at just three years old.³

Thomas Alvin Hart shares a memorial with other members of his family, and the stone includes the epitaph “We loved them in life / Let us not forget them in death.”³

The cemetery also has the grave of an unidentified Indigenous person. The sign says they were buried with a blanket for a shroud.¹ The grave is marked by a wooden cross that reads, “An Indian 1884.”

The cross is about as tall as I am and looks fairly new, considering the year engraved on it. There were around eight stones perched on top of it, along with a couple of pouches of tobacco.

It’s a distinctive grave, and I found myself wondering about the person buried there. Who were they? How did they come to be buried here? Unfortunately, I couldn’t find any information about them.

After my visit, I tried looking for ghost stories or reports of hauntings connected to the cemetery, but I couldn’t find much. That surprised me a little, considering the strange experience we had when it was time to leave.

After we had walked the entire trail, climbed over fallen trees, and done our best to visit every gravestone, we made our way back to the car.

Nothing unusual had happened while we were in the cemetery. It had been a quiet visit, and we were ready to head home.

Then my car decided it had other plans.

I recently bought a new vehicle, one with a lot of electronic features, including a push-button start. I started the car and put it in reverse to leave. Suddenly all the emergency lights came on and the car stopped responding. The engine was running, but the car wouldn’t move.

I tried putting it in drive, then reverse again, but nothing happened. The parking brake wasn’t on, and I had no idea what was wrong. Since the cemetery is pretty remote, I had a brief moment of panic wondering how we were going to get home if I couldn’t get the car moving.

I took a breath, turned the car off, and waited a few seconds before starting it again.

Everything was completely normal. The emergency lights didn’t come back on and the car responded like it should. We were able to leave without any problems.

Whatever caused it, it’s something I’ve never experienced before or since.

Was it just a glitch with my new car? Maybe. It definitely gave us something to talk about on the drive home.

My mother and I joked that maybe the residents of Mizpah weren’t quite ready for us to leave.

Thanks for reading!

References:

Mizpah Pioneer Cemetery entrance sign | Photographed during visit
Mizpah (ghost town) | Ominous
Mizpah Pioneer Cemetery Memorials | Find a Grave

Stone Stories: Stompin’ Tom Connors and a Sudbury Saturday Night

Posted on April 19, 2026 Posted in Stone StoriesTagged Canada, Canadian Cemeteries, Cemetery Blog, Cemetery Photography, Ontario, Stompin’ Tom Connors, Stone Stories, Sudbury, Sudbury Saturday Night, Taphophile, TravelLeave a comment

“The glasses they will tinkle while our eyes begin to twinkle, and we think no more of Inco on a Sudbury Saturday Night”¹

If you are familiar with these lyrics and catchy tune, you might be from Northern Ontario.

Sudbury Saturday Night, released in 1967, just might be Northern Ontario’s signature song. It was written in the mid-1960s by legendary country and folk singer Stompin’ Tom Connors.² I grew up listening to this and other Stompin’ Tom songs, having been born and raised in Sudbury.

So, when I saw that a road trip with my mom would take me close to the final resting place of this music icon, I knew we had to make the small detour and pay our respects.

Stompin’ Tom Connors at the Peterborough Memorial Center in 2002. 6darlinp at the English Wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0 <http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/>, via Wikimedia Commons

Thomas Charles Connors

Thomas Charles Connors was one of Canada’s most recognizable folk and country storytellers. Born in Saint John, New Brunswick to a young single mother, his early years were shaped by poverty and constant moving as he and his mother moved from place to place, often struggling to get by.³ After being placed in the care of the New Brunswick Children’s Aid Society, he was eventually sent to live with a family in Skinner’s Pond, Prince Edward Island.³ By the age of fourteen, he had left and begun hitchhiking across Canada, starting the journey that would define much of his life.³

With his guitar and a growing collection of songs, he spent years travelling from town to town, writing about the people he met and the places he passed through.⁴ Those experiences would go on to shape the storytelling style he would become known for, rooted in everyday Canadian life, small towns, and working people.⁴

He earned the nickname “Stompin’ Tom” because of his habit of stomping his boot on a piece of plywood during his shows to keep rhythm, which became part of his signature sound and stage presence.³

What really set him apart was how strongly he stayed rooted in Canada. At a time when many artists were pushed toward the American music industry, he deliberately chose to stay north of the border and write about Canadian places, people, and experiences.⁵ His songs often feel like snapshots of everyday life, from rail yards to hockey rinks, and that grounded storytelling is a big part of why he is still so widely remembered.

One of his most iconic songs, Sudbury Saturday Night, captures the feeling of a working-class weekend in Northern Ontario and continues to be closely tied to Sudbury’s identity.²

Stompin’ Tom passed away from natural causes in 2013 at the age of 77.⁶ In the days leading up to his death, he wrote a handwritten letter to his fans, thanking them for the support they had shown him throughout his career and life.⁶

Erin Cemetery

Stompin’ Tom Connors is buried at Erin Cemetery in Erin, Ontario, alongside the ashes of his mother.⁷ It’s a small rural cemetery in a town southwest of Toronto, surrounded by rolling countryside where life moves at a slower, more peaceful pace.

On a road trip that took me through the area, I knew this was a stop I couldn’t pass by. There’s something powerful about standing in front of a name you have heard in music your whole life, now carved into stone in a quiet place like this. It shifts the experience from listening to someone’s story to standing directly in the space where part of it now rests.

It was a beautiful summer day when we visited back in July 2024. The sun was bright, and there really was not much shade anywhere in the cemetery. It’s a very open space, except for a small tree-lined area in the west corner. That just happens to be where Connors is laid to rest, which felt like a bit of quiet luck on a hot day.

His black granite gravestone immediately stands out, both for its design and for everything left around it. The stone features a portrait of Connors in profile with his guitar, set in front of an outlined map of Canada, a simple but meaningful tribute. There is also a Bible verse inscribed on the stone, adding another personal layer to the memorial.

What really caught my attention were the items people had left behind. There was an assortment of coins and small stones, some inscribed with place names like P.E.I. and Timmins, which made it feel like visitors were leaving a piece of where they came from. There was also a small wooden guitar, a bottle opener, and a guitar pick, among other things. Each item felt intentional, like a quiet nod to who he was and the stories he told through his music.

There was no one else in the cemetery when we were there, but it did not feel empty. It felt like a place that is visited often, where people stop in, leave small tokens behind, and take a moment before moving on. It doesn’t feel like a tourist stop. It feels like a place where people keep a quiet conversation going with his music and memory.

A Sudbury Connection

Even though Stompin’ Tom Connors is buried in Erin, his connection to Sudbury runs deep.

Sudbury Saturday Night is arguably one of his most well-known songs, painting a picture of workers heading out to unwind after a long week.² Over time, it has become closely tied to Sudbury’s identity and is often treated as an unofficial local anthem. The song continues to appear in community projects and tributes that celebrate both the city and its working-class roots.⁸

There is also a long-standing legend tied to the Townehouse Tavern, where Connors was performing in the mid-1960s. According to local accounts, he was playing a multi-week run at the bar when he wrote Sudbury Saturday Night, inspired by the energy of the room and the people around him.⁹

That connection is also visible in the bronze statue of Stompin’ Tom outside the Sudbury Community Arena. The statue, sculpted by Tyler Fauvelle, captures him mid-performance.⁶ His left hand is positioned for a C chord, one of the main chords used in Sudbury Saturday Night.¹⁰ It reflects how deeply his music has become part of the city’s identity and landscape.

Sudbury’s live music scene still carries that same spirit forward, especially at places like The Townehouse Tavern. The venue has long supported Canadian talent, regularly welcoming both local musicians and touring artists from across the country. In many ways, it continues the same spirit Connors championed, giving Canadian voices a stage and keeping grassroots music culture alive in the city.

Together, the song, the statue, and the local music scene show how one artist’s work can become part of a place’s identity in a lasting way.

Visiting Stompin’ Tom Connors’ grave feels like stepping into a quieter side of a very loud legacy. His music is still deeply present in Northern Ontario, and standing at his resting place adds a different kind of weight to songs that already feel familiar.

It made that small road trip detour feel completely worth it, and reminded me just how closely music, memory, and place can be connected.

Thanks for reading

References:

Sudbury Saturday Night lyrics | Lyric Find
What’s Ontario’s signature song? The case for ‘Sudbury Saturday Night,’ by Stompin’ Tom Connors | TVO Today
The Icon | Stompin’ Tom Centre
Stompin’ Tom Connors | The Canadian Encyclopedia
How Timmins gave Stompin’ Tom Connors his first break | TVO Today
Stompin’ Tom Connors dies at 77 | CBC
Tom Connors | Find a Grave
And we’ll all make a music video … on a Sudbury Saturday Night | Sudbury.com
Memorial Stomp for Tom, Saturday |Sudbury.com
Stompin’ Tom Connors statue unveiled in downtown Sudbury | CBC

October Cemetery Stories: Canada’s Most Haunted Cemetery

Posted on October 5, 2025 Posted in Cemetery Stories, OctoberTagged Canada, Canada’s most haunted cemetery, Canadian Cemeteries, Cemetery Blog, Cemetery Blogger, Cemetery Photography, Cemetery Stories, Drummond Hill Cemetery, Haunted, History, Niagara Falls, October, Ontario, paranormal, Taphophile, TravelLeave a comment

Some cemeteries feel alive with history, and sometimes with something else entirely!

Drummond Hill Cemetery in Niagara Falls is one of those places. Known as the site of one of the fiercest battles of the War of 1812, it’s also considered Canada’s most haunted cemetery.

Long before its haunted reputation took hold, Drummond Hill was a popular tourist stop, even rivalling Niagara Falls. Visitors came for battlefield tours led by veterans eager to share their stories.¹

Cemetery gates. Drummond Hill Cemetery, Niagara Falls ON ©2024

Drummond Hill Cemetery

Drummond Hill was once farmland, but on July 25, 1814, it became the site of the Battle of Lundy’s Lane, one of the bloodiest conflicts of the War of 1812.² The hill’s high ground made it strategically important, and the fighting went on for six hours before darkness and heavy losses brought it to an end.² Both sides lost more than 800 men, and although each claimed victory, the Americans withdrew the next day, ending their advance into Upper Canada.²

Today, a large stone monument stands on the hill to honour those who fought and to mark the battlefield.³ Beneath it lies a vault containing the remains of 22 British soldiers.³

The first recorded burial at Drummond Hill is John Burch. He was originally buried on his farm in 1797 and re-interred here in 1799.³ That means this ground was already being used as a burial place well before the battle. Over time, the cemetery grew to roughly 4 acres and now contains more than 25,000 burials.⁴ The site is managed by the City of Niagara Falls and remains semi-active, though plots are no longer for sale.³

Among those buried here are veterans, Loyalist settlers, and many early Niagara families. One of the most visited graves belongs to Laura Secord, the woman who warned British forces of an American attack during the War of 1812.⁴ Another notable grave is that of Karel Soucek, the daredevil who famously survived his barrel plunge over Niagara Falls.⁵ You will also find markers and monuments for soldiers and local leaders from the region’s early days.³

Haunted

With its violent past and long history, it’s no surprise Drummond Hill has a haunted reputation. Many stories connect back to the battle, where soldiers were killed and buried on the grounds.⁶ Visitors and locals have reported seeing ghostly soldiers walking among the gravestones, or appearing at a distance before fading away.⁶

It’s said that the cemetery is haunted by two distinct groups of soldiers.¹ One group is a troop of five soldiers dressed in Royal Scots uniforms, limping across the former battlefield before vanishing.¹ The second group is said to consist of three British Soldiers in red coats, slowly making their way up the hill and settling into a steady march, before disappearing.¹

Laura Secord’s monument, which features a lifelike bust, has also been linked to supernatural occurrences. Some visitors say that her statue seems to watch them as they walk by, as if she’s still keeping a watchful eye on things.¹ These reports, combined with the age of the cemetery and its battlefield history, make Drummond Hill a place where history and the supernatural feel closely connected.¹

Drummond Hill Cemetery, Niagara Falls ON ©2024

When I visited Drummond Hill, I made sure to stop at Laura Secord’s grave. Standing in front of her stone was moving, knowing her bravery has become such a lasting part of Canadian history.

During my visit, I did have one unsettling experience, but it had nothing to do with the supernatural.

I came across someone under the influence, wandering through the cemetery. For the first time in all my cemetery visits, I felt unsafe. It was a harsh reminder of how deeply the opioid crisis has reached into our communities, even historic sites like this. That moment pulled me out of the past and reminded me of the struggles happening right now.

Drummond Hill Cemetery is layered with stories. It carries the weight of the War of 1812, the lives of pioneers and heroes, and the ghostly legends of soldiers who never left. It’s a place where history and mystery meet, and where the past feels close. Visiting left me reflecting not only on the history that shaped this ground, but also on the realities of the present.

Haunted or not, Drummond Hill remains one of Canada’s most fascinating and important cemeteries.

Thanks for reading!

References:

Haunted Cemeteries: True Tales From Beyond the Grave by Edrick Thay | Book
Battle of Lundy’s Lane National Historic Site of Canada | Government of Canada
Drummond Hill Cemetery | City of Niagara Falls
Drummond Hill Cemetery | Find a Grave
Karel Soucek | Find a Grave
The Most Haunted Cemetery in Canada is Drummond Hill | Ghost Walks

October Stone Stories: The Haunting of Bell Mansion

Posted on September 28, 2025 Posted in October, Stone StoriesTagged Art, Bell Mansion, Canada, Canadian Cemeteries, Cemetery Blog, Cemetery Blogger, Cemetery Photography, Gravestone, Haunted, October Stone Stories, Ontario, Photography, Stone Stories, Sudbury, Taphophile, TravelLeave a comment

Some places just have a presence.

You can’t help but notice them. The Bell Mansion in Sudbury, Ontario, is one of those places. It’s grand, full of history, and, if the stories are true, maybe even haunted.

Despite its spooky reputation, it’s also been a popular spot for wedding photos, with its striking architecture offering a mix of romance and a touch of haunted charm.

But while the mansion still stands for now, its future is uncertain, and its past lingers in more ways than one.

The Bell Family

William Joseph Bell, better known as Willie Joe, was born in Pembroke, Ontario, in 1858.¹ He started in the lumber industry at just 18, working as a scaler and lumberjack in Quebec.¹ By the time he moved to Northern Ontario in 1896, he had already made a name for himself.¹ He quickly climbed the ranks, becoming Vice-President and General Manager of the Spanish River Lumber Company in 1901.¹ His influence didn’t stop there; he also ran a hardware company and sat on the board of National Grocers Ltd.¹

In 1886, he married Katherine Skead, the daughter of an Ottawa senator, and the couple eventually settled in Sudbury.¹ Beyond business, they were generous community builders. Their greatest gift may be Bell Park, a beautiful green space on Ramsey Lake, which they donated in 1926.² A gift that continues to benefit Sudbury today.

The park remains one of the city’s most beloved gathering spots, offering accessible recreation for people of all ages. Just as Bell Park connects residents with nature, the Bell Mansion connects them with the city’s past, standing as a reminder of the Bells’ influence and Sudbury’s early growth.

The Bell Mansion

Built in 1907, the Bell Mansion, also known as Belrock, is beautiful. Made from local stone in the Arts and Crafts style, the house once sat on 155 acres, stretching from Elizabeth Street down to Ramsey Lake.^3,4That land is now Bell Park, but back then it was all part of the Bell’s massive estate. The mansion itself is a 6,000-square-foot beauty, complete with a coach house, greenhouse, and a separate house for the servants.⁴

On December 3, 1955, disaster struck when a fire gutted the home, leaving little more than stone walls standing.⁵Only one room survived—the conservatory.⁵ The Nickel Lodge Masons bought the property, but their rebuilding plans never came to life.⁵ For more than a decade, the mansion sat empty until the Centennial Committee of the Chamber of Commerce led renovations in 1966.⁵Two years later, ownership was transferred to Laurentian University, which leased the space to the Art Gallery of Sudbury.⁵

For decades, the gallery displayed countless exhibits within the mansion’s walls. But what fascinates people just as much as the art are the ghost stories.

Over the years, people have reported eerie sounds such as rustling skirts, heels clicking across the floor, and even ghostly horses neighing outside.⁶ Many believe Katherine Bell still keeps watch over her home.⁶Staff and security have both described phantom footsteps, loud crashes with nothing disturbed, and objects disappearing only to reappear days later.⁵

The most memorable stories involve a woman’s voice that can be heard eerily singing throughout the house. It’s seems to be loudest in the conservatory, the only room spared by the fire.⁵ Some say Katherine is still rehearsing for one last ghostly concert.⁵

She may not be alone. Visitors claim William Bell also makes his presence known, through heavy footsteps and sightings of a tall figure in a dark suit and top hat, quietly watching over the gallery.⁵

Another mystery once puzzled visitors: the sound of children laughing and playing inside the house, even though the Bells never had children of their own.⁵ The voices eventually faded, but the questions remain. Who were they, and what tied them to the mansion?⁵

In 2024, I visited to photograph the exterior. Though currently closed to the public and sadly in visible disrepair, the mansion still has an undeniable elegance, and definitely still has stories to tell.

Calvin United Church Cemetery

For all their ties to Sudbury, the Bells aren’t buried there.

Instead, they rest in Calvin United Church Cemetery in Pembroke, Ontario, a peaceful spot along Boundary Road East where six cemeteries line the street.

William Joseph Bell died in January 1945 at the age of 87 from complications of a leg injury,and was buried in the family plot.⁵ When Katherine Bell passed away in her home at age 90 in 1954, she was laid to rest beside him.⁷William’s parents and three siblings are also buried in the family plot. Their large pink granite monument is simple and understated. It’s a sharp contrast to the grandeur of the mansion they left behind.

On my way back from Ottawa in 2024, I stopped in to visit their graves. Despite their prominence in Sudbury, I was surprised they weren’t buried there. With the help of reference photos, I eventually found their gravestone and was able to pay my respects.

Today, the fate of the Bell Mansion is uncertain.

In late 2024, Laurentian University announced it would list the property for sale, saying repairs were too costly.⁸The Art Gallery of Sudbury, which had long occupied the mansion, has already relocated as part of Laurentian’s insolvency process.⁸

In response, local advocates launched a petition urging that the grounds remain open to the public and that the heritage designation be respected.⁹ Many argue the mansion is too important a piece of Sudbury’s history to lose.¹⁰ That is one of the reasons I felt it was important to photograph it and share its story.

Whether you believe in ghosts or not, there’s no denying that this house has a past worth remembering.

Thanks for reading!

References:

The History of Bell Rock | Local Color
Appreciating the legacy of Bell Park | Sudbury.com
Bell Mansion provides touch of elegance | Northern Ontario Business
Turning Bell Mansion into a historical teaching tool | Sudbury.com
Haunted Museums & Galleries of Ontario by Andrew Hind | Book
Ten haunted habitations and spooky sites in Greater Sudbury | Sudbury.com
The History of The Bell Mansion | Art Gallery of Sudbury
Historic Bell Mansion in Sudbury, Ont., listed for $1M | CBC
Sale shouldn’t limit access to Bell Mansion grounds, petition states | Sudbury.com
Bell Mansion’s heritage should be protected, local history buffs say | Sudbury.com

The Beauty and Symbolism of Cemeteries in the Summer

Posted on August 10, 2025 Posted in GeneralTagged Canadian Cemeteries, Cemeteries, Cemetery, Cemetery Blog, Cemetery Blogger, Cemetery Photography, family, Gravestone, History, Summer, Taphophile, TravelLeave a comment

Summer is winding down, but everything still feels full of life.

Trees are lush with green leaves, flowers are in full bloom, and the bees are buzzing all around. Cemeteries reflect that same energy. It’s the time of year when nature is at it’s fullest—and in cemeteries, that adds an extra layer of meaning.

Brentha Cemetery, Brentha ON ©2025

Even in these quiet places, there’s life all around. It reminds me that cemeteries aren’t only about endings—they’re also about remembering lives that were full, loved, and meaningful.

Sometimes, it’s not just the greenery that brings cemeteries to life; it’s the wildlife too, and summer can be the best time to spot them.

On a recent visit to Notre-Dame-des-Neiges Cemetery in Montréal, I spotted a couple of groundhogs throughout the cemetery who froze in place when they saw me. Like little furry statues, they stared me down until I had passed by. Moments like that make cemeteries feel even more alive, with nature and memory sharing the same space.

Cimetière Notre-Dame-des-Neiges, Montreal QC ©2025

Of course, summer cemetery visits do have their challenges. The noonday sun can be intense, and without shade, it can be easy to overheat. On summer road trips, sunscreen and water are a must! Sometimes I’ll even sit down to rest under a tree—a chance to slow down for a minute and also take it all in.

Another thing I love about graving in the summer—especially here in Northern Ontario—is the longer daylight hours. Around this time of year, the sun usually sets between 8:30 and 9 p.m., which gives me lots of time to explore and take photos.

Glencairn Cemetery, Glencairn ON ©2025

This post wraps up my series exploring how cemeteries change throughout the seasons. If you missed the earlier posts, you can still read about cemeteries in the Fall, Winter, and Spring. Each season really does bring its own mood.

What’s your favourite season to visit cemeteries?

Mine is still Fall. I can’t resist the crunchy leaves, cooler air, and all the moody vibes that come with Halloween season. But honestly, every season has something beautiful to offer, and I’ve enjoyed exploring them all.

Thanks for reading!

Cemetery Stories: Burwash Industrial Prison Farm Graveyard

Posted on July 6, 2025 Posted in Cemetery StoriesTagged Abandoned Cemetery, Burwash, Burwash Industrial Prison Farm, Camp Bison, Canada, Canadian Cemeteries, Canadian Taphophile, Cemetery, Cemetery Blog, Cemetery Blogger, Cemetery Photography, Cemetery Stories, Ontario, Photography, Taphophile, Travel2 Comments

In 2010, a friend and I visited a place that felt frozen in time—an abandoned prison cemetery hidden deep in the Northern Ontario wilderness. Thirteen years later, we went back.

What we found was both familiar and completely changed.

The Burwash Industrial Prison Farm isn’t just an old correctional centre—it’s a strange and haunting mix of history, decay, and memory. The prison is long closed, the buildings are crumbling, and the cemetery tucked away in the forest has become almost forgotten.

But pieces of the past still linger there, if you know where to look.

Burwash Industrial Prison Farm Graveyard, Burwash ON ©2024

Burwash Industrial Prison Farm

The Burwash Industrial Farm opened in 1914, about 30 minutes south of Sudbury, Ontario. It was designed to be a self-sufficient correctional facility—almost like a village tucked away in the forest. At its peak, the property stretched across 35,000 acres and included a farm, a lumber operation and mill, a 20-bed hospital, and even a tailor shop.¹

Burwash Industrial Farm housed between 180 and 820 minimum- and medium-security inmates, who typically served sentences of three months to two years, less a day.¹ They spent their days working on the prison farm or doing maintenance around the property. The idea was that routine and hard work could help with rehabilitation. Over the years, the prison grew to include three permanent camps, and several temporary ones. It also became home to a small town of staff and their families, with a population between 600 and 1,000 people.¹

The prison was remote by design—difficult to escape from, and just as difficult to reach unless you knew where you were going.

Over time, the facility became known as Camp Bison. The name comes from the herd of wood bison that once lived on the property.²These animals roamed the land while the prison was active, and the nickname stuck even long after both the prison and bison were gone.

At the time Burwash was slated for closure in 1974, it was the largest industrial farm and the second-largest reformatory in Ontario’s correctional system.¹ But the facility was considered too expensive to operate. That July, it was announced that Burwash would be shut down to save money.³ The staff were told they had to leave, and the inmates were relocated to other institutions. After that, the province began looking at alternative uses for the remaining buildings and the massive piece of land.³

What’s left today is a patchwork of wilderness, ruins, and stories.

Abandoned

After the prison shut down in 1975, most of the buildings were left to the elements. Over time, nature began to reclaim the site. The once-bustling correctional community turned into a ghost town.

Some structures were demolished, but a few—including the main cell block—were left standing, crumbling slowly in the woods. The site became a magnet for urban explorers, ghost hunters, photographers, and curious hikers.⁴

When we visited in 2010, it was quiet—eerily so. There were no signs, no official routes, and no other people around. Just long trails, wilderness, and the remains of buildings just barely holding on.

It was very surreal how, after driving through the wilderness on an ATV, the main cell block emerged out from the forest. The cracked windows, peeling paint, and eerie silence gave the place a haunted feel, even in broad daylight.

There was graffiti everywhere. Some of it was creepy, but a lot was just tagging and random vandalism. It was clear the site gets a lot of visitors—who weren’t always careful. Broken glass and porcelain, rusted metal, and signs of fires made it obvious that time, weather, and people had all left their marks.

Despite the damage, I found the experience strangely moving. It felt like walking through a lost chapter of history. There was a heaviness to the place, but also a sense that stories were still lingering in the walls.

It’s no surprise that Burwash has picked up a haunted reputation over the years. Visitors have reported strange noises, shadowy figures, and an overwhelming feeling of being watched. A prison guard supposedly haunts the prison, after having hanged himself when he learned that the place was closing. People say you can hear his nightstick tapping the metal bars, especially in the basement.⁵

Burwash Industrial Prison Farm Graveyard

Tucked away in the trees, at the edge of Cemetery Lake, is the Burwash Industrial Prison Farm Graveyard. This was the first prison graveyard I had ever visited, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. Its the final resting place of inmates who died while serving their prison sentences.

Most of the people buried here were prisoners who had no family to claim their remains. Between 12 to 20 inmates are believed to be buried in the cemetery, their graves marked only by simple wooden crosses.⁶ When the prison closed in 1975, no attempt was made to move them—the cemetery was simply abandoned.⁴

Records show that during the Spanish Flu epidemic in 1918, more than 30 people died at Burwash; including inmates, a nurse sent in from Toronto, and the wife of one prisoner who had come to visit.⁷ We don’t know for sure if any of these victims were buried in the cemetery, but it’s possible.

When we first visited in 2010, the cemetery was surprisingly accessible, although still hidden. The road was maintained, and I remember we were able to drive right up to it. The grass had been maintained, and though the markers were few, the space felt quietly cared for.

No polished stones or statues. Just plain wooden crosses. A few had small metal plaques. There was no formal cemetery sign, but a small framed sign hung on a tree near the entrance, quietly marking the space.

Thirteen years later, I came back. This time, the road was gone, and the cemetery was nearly unrecognizable.

It’s strange how a place can change so much.

In 2010, I remembered smooth roads and a tidy clearing. But in 2024, the gravel road was now a rugged, overgrown path—winding downhill, with deep ruts carved into the ground.

We parked in a grassy clearing nearby and walked into the forest. The bugs found us instantly, swarming like we were fresh meat. We followed what looked like a path through thick brush and knee-high grass.

Eventually, we reached a small clearing at the edge of the lake, the end of the road. I knew we had arrived—but it didn’t feel like the same place.

The cemetery was completely overgrown. Tall grass had swallowed the crosses whole. Most of the wooden markers were now broken or fallen. Any names or numbers that may have once been visible were long faded. Even the small frame marking the cemetery had been bleached by years of sun and rain, and was now blank.

It felt more like a ghost of a cemetery than a resting place. And yet, standing there, surrounded by wild grass and silence, I was reminded again why places like this matter.

They can be forgotten—but they shouldn’t be.

Burwash Today

Today, Burwash is a mix of forest, forgotten history, and scattered ruins.

If you’re planning to visit the prison, do your research and be prepared for an adventure. The site is on private land, and trespassers can be prosecuted. That said, Avalon Eco Resort offers a legal way to access the property, via a waiver and a small fee.³

There’s a small parking area near the train tracks, close to the start of a 4.5 km hike to the site. The road is no longer open to vehicles—only foot traffic, bikes, and ATVs. Parts of the trail are flooded, and while ATVs can get through, hikers and cyclists may have to get creative to find “alternative” paths.³

Visiting the cemetery is a different story. It’s not on private land, so there’s no need for special permission. But it’s still easy to miss in the forest, and it’s a bit of a hike.

Today, only fragments of Burwash remain. Most of the buildings are gone, but the land still whispers its stories. The cemetery is especially easy to miss if you don’t know it’s there. But for those who make the trip—who follow the overgrown path and brave the bugs to stand among the fallen crosses—it’s a place that stays with you.

Even in decay, Burwash reminds us how quickly places—and people—can disappear. But it also reminds us that memory lingers—in the rust, the rubble, and the wild grass growing where names once stood.

Thanks for reading!

References:

Burwash Industrial Farm | Ontario Heritage Trust
The History – Burwash and a Town Within | History of Burwash Industrial Farm
Burwash Correctional Center | Atlas Obscura
The sole reminder of a long-vanished town – Abandoned Ontario jail a favourite among urban explorers | Canadian Military History
This Haunted Prison in Burwash, Ontario | Reddit
Burwash Industrial Prison Farm Graveyard | Find a Grave
Who died at Burwash? When the 1918 flu epidemic collided with Canada’s ‘enemy aliens’ policy | Sudbury.com

Graves, Ghosts, and Glimpses of History: 13 Podcasts to Discover

Posted on February 2, 2025 Posted in GeneralTagged 23 Podcasts to discover, Canadian Taphophile, Cemeteries, Cemetery, Cemetery Blog, Cemetery Blogger, Cemetery Podcasts, Death, Gravestone, Graveyard, Headstone, History, Podcasts, Podcasts to discover, Taphophile, Tombstone, Travel2 Comments

I’ll be honest—I’m not usually a podcast person.

But recently, I became curious about what kind of cemetery podcasts might exist. As someone who has always been fascinated by the history, culture, and stories buried within cemeteries, I figured it was time to explore what podcasts had to offer.

From eerie tales of haunted burial sites to deep dives into sustainable burial practices, there’s a whole world of interesting cemetery content out there.

Here are 13 cemetery podcasts you should check out this year.

Beyond the Grave

Listen on Spotify

This short podcast series explores the many ways people have commemorated their dead—whether through gravestones, memorials, or historical markers. Unfortunately, there haven’t been any new episodes since 2019.

Cemetery Podcast by the Necro Tourist

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Hosted by the Necro Tourist this podcast covers famous graves, infamous hauntings, and all the graveyard gossip. Although there have not been any new episodes since 2023, the early episodes are filled with interesting cemetery stories.

Cemetery Row

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Hosts Lori, Hannah, and Sheena casually chat and share cemetery stories that are sometimes incredible, sometimes eerie, and always interesting. Fair warning though, it can take a while for them to get into the good stuff.

Grave Escapes

Listen on the website

Hosted by Caitlin Howe and Frances Ferland, Grave Escapes brings the voices of the departed back to life. Each episode uncovers a new life story, offering a deep dive into the lives of those now at rest.

Grave Matters

Listen on Apple Podcasts

Grave Matters dives into the complex connections between death, cemeteries, and culture. Episodes cover sustainable burial practices, the rise of natural burial grounds, and shifts in how we think about death care with thought-provoking discussions.

The Grim

Listen on their website

For those who enjoy a good historical ghost story, The Grim offers well-researched spine-chilling tales of haunted cemeteries and eerie graveyard legends from around the world.

The Ordinary, Extraordinary Cemetery

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Hosts Jennie and Dianne explore old cemeteries, their preservation, and the lives of those buried there. Their deep dives into these sometimes forgotten histories are both fascinating and informative.

Stones, Bones & Shadows

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This podcast explores cemeteries and burials worldwide, uncovering the inspiring stories and eerie legends that have grown from these final resting places.

Tomb With A View: A Cemetery Podcast

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Hosted by Liz Clappin, Tomb With A View offers an insightful exploration of American cemeteries, focusing on their history, preservation, and cultural significance.

Undertaking: The Podcast

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This podcast is primarily focused on the funeral industry, Undertaking regularly explores topics involving cemeteries and burial practices. Filled with insightful interviews with industry professionals, each episode offers a unique and cultural look at death.

While these next three podcasts aren’t solely focused on cemeteries, each features episodes that delve into cemetery-related topics or are closely related to cemeteries and graveyards.

Death in the Afternoon

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Created by The Order of the Good Death, this podcast explores the history of death, burial, and mourning practices across different cultures and eras. While not specifically focused on cemeteries, it often touches on fascinating stories and histories that are closely connected to them.

Haunted Talks

Listen on Spotify

The official podcast of The Haunted Walk, Haunted Talks explores the paranormal, dark history, and ghostly tales. Some episodes venture into haunted cemeteries and the eerie legends that surround them.

Odd Things I’ve Seen: The Podcast

Listen on website

Author J.W. Ocker is all about visiting strange and unusual places. Cemeteries and burial grounds sometimes make their way into episodes, as Ocker visits and explores the stories behind odd and interesting sites.

Whether it’s the history, the stories, or the spooky tales—there’s sure to be a podcast on this list to satisfy your curiosity.

Is there a podcast I should add to the list? Let me know in the comments.

Thanks for reading!

Stone Stories: The Voice of the Great Lakes

Posted on January 26, 2025 Posted in Stone StoriesTagged Canada, Canadian Cemeteries, Cemetery, Cemetery Blog, Cemetery Blogger, Cemetery Photographer, Cemetery Photography, Famous Graves, Gordon Lightfoot, Gravestone, Graveyard, Headstone, History, music, Ontario, Orillia, Stone Stories, Taphophile, Tombstone, TravelLeave a comment

“They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters”¹

These lyrics from Gordon Lightfoot’s iconic song The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald have long been etched in the minds of listeners, who like me, have found themselves enthralled by Lightfoot’s masterful storytelling.

This song, along with many of his other hits, like If You Could Read My Mind and Sundown, have created the soundtrack for countless Canadians, evoking the beauty, melancholy, and vastness of our Canadian landscape.

Today on the blog, I want to share my experience from this past September. I had the opportunity to visit the Gordon Lightfoot Sculpture Park and his final resting place in his hometown of Orillia, Ontario.

Gordon Lightfoot. Photo: Arnielee, CC BY-SA 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Gordon Lightfoot

Gordon Meredith Lightfoot was born on November 17, 1938² in the small town of Orillia, the gateway to the Muskokas.³ From an early age, Lightfoot showed a natural talent for music, learning the piano, teaching himself to play drums, and later picking up the guitar.² In 1957, Lightfoot left Canada, going to Los Angeles to study jazz orchestration at Westlake College of Music.² After returning to Canada in the late 1950s, he began to sing folk songs and play guitar around Toronto.²

It didn’t take long for Lightfoot to make his mark on the Canadian music scene. His folk-infused ballads quickly captured the essence of the Canadian spirit. Throughout his career, Lightfoot released over 20 albums and was known for his blend of folk, country, and soft rock—a style uniquely his.²

Lightfoot received numerous prestigious awards throughout his music career, including multiple Juno awards, and was inducted into the Canadian Music Hall of Fame in 1986.² He also earned honours like the Order of Canada, Order of Ontario, and a Governor General’s Performing Arts Awards.² Lightfoot was recognized in the Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame and received a Lifetime Achievement award from SOCAN and the Toronto Music Awards.²

One of my favorite Lightfoot songs is based on a real-life event, the tragic sinking of the S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald. The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, in my opinion, is one of his most famous and most haunting ballads.

The song is a tribute to all the lives lost in the shipwreck, on November 10, 1975. It’s estimated that between 7:20 and 7:30 p.m. on that fateful day, the ship vanished and sank with 29 men onboard.⁴

S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald. Photo: United States Army Corps of Engineers, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Gordon Lightfoot Sculpture Park

I knew my visit to Orillia would not be complete without a visit to the Gordon Lightfoot Sculpture Park and walking trail. We visited in late September, and the trees were just beginning to change. A perfect day for a walk.

The sculpture park is a beautiful and artistic tribute to Lightfoot’s music and legacy, celebrating both his achievements and his connection to the area. The park’s centerpiece is a striking, larger-than-life bronze sculpture of Lightfoot, sitting cross-legged with his guitar in hand. It captures him in his element, mid-song as his music comes alive around him, depicted on maple leaves that encircle him.
I took some time to reflect while standing before the statue. The park is not just a collection of art pieces, but a reflection of Lightfoot’s connection to the land, his music, and the people who grew up listening to his songs.

My mother and I were not the only visitors to the park that day. There were throngs of people walking the trails, many with large cameras in hand. I noticed they all took some time to admire the beautiful sculpture work and reflect on Lightfoot’s life and work as well.

I wondered if Lightfoot himself had known about this sculpture park. I was pleasantly surprised to see a large plaque that showed Lightfoot smiling as he stood beside his younger, bronze self. He was in attendance for the unveiling in 2015, and said humbly “I’m honoured, much more so than any of the honours I’ve received up to this point in time.”⁵

St. Andrews and St. James Cemetery

After walking the entirety of the walking trail loop, my mother and I made our way back to the car. We decided since the area was so nice that we would have our picnic lunch in the sculpture park, before heading to our next destination—the cemetery.

It was a short drive from the park to St. Andrews and St. James Cemetery. The cemetery was quiet and serene, offering beautiful views of the surrounding forest, although we were not the only living souls visiting the cemetery that day. There was an older couple who were also meandering through the cemetery paths.

Gordon Lightfoot passed away of natural causes, in a hospital in Toronto, at the age of 84.⁶ He was laid to rest in St. Andrews and St. James Cemetery in May of 2023, beside his mother and father. His mother, Jessie Vick Trill Lightfoot passed away in 1998 at the age of 88.⁷ His father, Gordon Meredith Lightfoot Sr. passed away in 1974 at the age of 63.⁸

The gravestone is simple, yet elegant—a testament to the quiet humility Lightfoot always embodied, despite his fame. The inscription simply reads “Together Forever”.

Visiting Gordon Lightfoot’s grave and walking the trails at the Sculpture Park in Orillia was a beautiful and memorable experience. I couldn’t help but think about how his music had been woven into the fabric of Canada’s history. More than just melodies, they’re stories that often capture the essence of the Canadian experience.

There is something special about visiting the final resting place of someone whose music has shaped the soundtrack of a country.

What is your favorite Gordon Lightfoot song?

Thanks for reading!

References:

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot | S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald Online
Gordon Lightfoot | The Canadian Encyclopedia
Location | City of Orillia
The Tragedy | S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald Online
Gordon Lightfoot sculpture unveiled in Orillia | Orillia
Canadian singer-songwriter Gordon Lightfoot dead at 84 | NBC News
Jessie Vick Trill Lightfoot | Find a Grave
Gordon Meredith Lightfoot Sr. | Find a Grave

The Beauty and Symbolism of Cemeteries in Winter

Posted on December 15, 2024 Posted in GeneralTagged Canada, Canadian Cemeteries, Canadian Taphophile, Cemeteries, Cemetery, Cemetery Blog, Cemetery Blogger, Cemetery Photographer, Cemetery Photography, Death, Gravestone, Graveyard, Headstone, History, Musings, Taphophile, Tombstone, Travel, Winter1 Comment

As winter settles in, it’s hard to ignore the changing of the seasons. The chilly air, shorter days, and the snow-covered gravestones mark the end of field season for me. I have always seen snow-covered cemeteries as just too risky to explore—both for me and the gravestones.

While the cold usually keeps me indoors for the next couple of months, it brings something special to the cemeteries I love so much. There is a stillness in the air, and cemeteries in winter do offer something unique that cemeteries in the warmer months just don’t have.

Winter is often seen as a time for rest and renewal. Nature takes a break during these colder months, and cemeteries seem to do the same. The chill in the air makes everything feel still.

For me, the winter season is a time to focus on rest and recharging, while also refocusing on photo editing and research. Nothing is more relaxing to me than being curled up on the couch with a good book. But winter is also a time for reflection on life’s cycles. The season reminds us that life, like death, is all part of the same cycle. Nature’s rhythms, whether still still or full of growth are always changing, just like us.

I’ll be honest, winter is not my favorite season, and I don’t have a lot of experience visiting cemeteries in the snow. The bitter cold and early darkness does not appeal to me. But I will admit that cemeteries in winter have an almost haunting beauty that I can’t ignore.

The bare trees against a pale sky, and the contrast between the dark gravestones against white snow, create a mood that’s both peaceful and a bit mysterious. It’s the kind of scene that makes you stop for a moment.

Even though this isn’t the time I usually seek out cemeteries, I made an effort this weekend to stop in to one, to appreciate the unique atmosphere it creates.

One interesting thing I found about cemeteries in the winter is the light. With the sun being lower in the sky, the light creates long and dramatic shadows, adding texture and depth to the landscape. I find the gravestones just look different in the winter light.

The unique angles of the light during winter do make it a great time to play around with shadows and textures. For anyone interested in photography, winter cemeteries offer a chance to capture the landscape in a new way.

As I think about how winter enhances the beauty of cemeteries, I realize that the symbolism of the season offers us an important reminder of the ongoing cycle of life. Winter is a time of rest and reflection, but it’s also a time to prepare for what comes next.

So will you be visiting any cemeteries this winter? Whether you’re stopping by to honor a loved one or just take in the beauty of the season, cemeteries in the winter do have a lot to offer.

Thanks for reading!