We wandered into a pine wood on our latest walk with the dogs. Pine woods have a strange, quiet atmosphere that is just plain worrying and creepy. I don`t like it.
Yesterday, I went to the cemetery with my family because of the Day of the Dead. I haven`t taken my camera so I`ve missed out on great candle-lit photo opportunities in the twilight. Maybe next year. I go every year, but it is still a strange experience to be out there with all those people, and walk around the graves in the dark to find the ones that belong to us (without my parents I would never be able to find them).
I went there in the hope of seeing ghosts but all I got was getting scared of a giant yet cute cat that ran through the graveyard and stopped next to me. It then rubbed it`s body around my leggs and purred then disappeared in the crowd. I believe that was a sign. Cats and cemeteries are a worrying combination.