I love cemetaries. There's one on the corner of Chicago Ave and 46th street in South Minneapolis that I visit on a regular basis. The place speaks to me. I've photographed the pattern on this door many times (see the post from 6/28/10). One of the times I was there recently I turned around for one last look before I got into the car and noticed that if I stood on my toes the glass was less milky and you could see inside. It was like discovering secret treasure. I have many images of the inside of this small monument and continue to shoot it each time I go - just in case there's something I missed the last time I was there.