It’s quite close by and its a relatively short, easy walk for when I don’t feel like anything more strenuous. I took the dog for a walk there again the other day. These pictures were taken around the picnic shelter, which overlooks the pond and is right next to the parking lot on Route 301.
A nearby blue historical marker sign describes it as follows:
Established 1863
Union Cemetery
Two acres purchased, surveyed and dedicated for burials of early area families. Located just South of Foshay’s Corners on the old Dutchess Turnpike (now Route 301) on lands of Foshay and Halstead farms, incorportated May 28, 1868 as Union Cemetery Association. Ezekiel K. Merritt, Joseph Haicht, George Foshay, Henry C. Light, John A. Bennett, John Halstead and Isaac Bennett were chosen as the first board of trustees. In 1873 some removals, from the three graveyars now covered by the waters of Boyd’s Reservoir, were interred here. In 1921, more land was bought and surveyed. From this time, was commonly known as Union and Halstead Cemetery. A portion was used for other early families. By 1991 an unused part was opened to the public. A mediation garden was added in 1999.
The cemetery itself is quite small and lacks some of the large, impressive statuary that you find at the larger cemeteries. There are also no large mausoleums – just gravestones. However, I did notice quite a number of interesting small statues a few of which can be seen below (and above).
I was walking the dog in Briarcliff Manor when I noticed this tree in the distance. I guess what struck me were the bright green leaves and the way they contrasted with the darker background and the earth tones of the grasses. To me there’s something a little impressionistic about it.
It was a gorgeous, sunny day the other day and I was walking the dog around the lake when my friend Paul pulled up in his Jaguar – with the top down. He looked rather ‘cool’ and I was completely at a loss for words. And yes – his other car IS a Mercedes.
David Bailey seems to be somewhat rough around the edges and peppers his comments with expletives. You’ve got to admire his directness. I particularly liked this statement:
“I never understand when people say I don’t know what to photograph. Just look at a concrete wall with cracks in it and you can paint for eternity. I’m never at a loss to find out what to do next. It’s all there. All you have to do is open your eyes.”
Hurn seems much more “refined”. I loved his story about the gun in the famous James Bond posters. And the statement at the very end. He’s holding a camera (I’m not sure what it is – maybe a digital fuji of some kind) and he says: “It’s a nice camera. It’s all I need – One little camera and a good lens…and good shoes.”