Outside of Zion National Park in Utah, I came across a ghost town called Grafton. I could feel the life that once occupied this silenced little community. A rope swing swayed back and forth in the canyon breeze as if it were alive itself and birds jumped along the ground in search of their next meal. If you look closely you can see the life of the canyon filling the cracks and crevices left empty by the long lost community. The only people who stayed were the ones left to sleep in this cemetery.