Hmm.. What to say? The picture...there was this very old path in the forest behind the house I grew up in during the 60s and 70s. It went past an abandoned graveyard that was old by the time of the American Civil War. I played there, walked my dogs there, hunted rabbits and groundhogs nearby, and went there to drink with my friends at night. I seem to recall talking to things there most others couldn't see or hear, though memory is a tricky thing after so many years. I keep my memories of it in a corner of my mind and go there when I need to hide. The picture is part of the cover of a book on an unrelated topic, but the first time I saw it I felt as if the artist had somehow seen inside me, knew something of what I was seeing there.