I went up the stairs toward the sun and out onto an open meadow.
Looking back down the stairs, with the same sort of hanging panel coarsely screening the sun.
I really appreciate the level of detail — for instance that the top lip of this roof opening was raised and rounded off.
Off on the horizon over the hulking forms of the cemetery, just visible, an array of wind turbines, and a distant thundercloud beyond them.
A closer view, seemingly of a different group of turbines. Note also the interesting open structures among the cluster on the hillside.
An undulating glass roof over a space I'm not sure I actually saw from below.
An assortment of translucent grass hulls, or whatever they're called. I am woefully ignorant of the anatomy of grasses.
...in which a tiny pool of water had formed, augmenting the zen view of the hillside beyond.
The sun's azimuth was perfectly aligned with the stairs at this point.
A path off to unknown territories.
The view down to the lower levels.
This canopy over one of the stairs between levels appears to have the exact same angle as the grassy slope behind it.
A glimpse of three levels at once.
Loculi (grave niches) are nestled in the retaining wall at the middle level.
The upper and lower stairs, plus a couple of more prosaic but surely quite necessary items.
Finally, the descent to the lowest level.