Silence and atmosphere in a cemetery is very different from being in the forest. As with anywhere I take photographs, or where I walk or hike, I step carefully, I listen, and I allow my instincts to direct me.
In a cemetery, there’s this undercurrent of human whispering, which you can sense in the wind as it blows through the branches, in the cool feel of a marble statue or bench, the hard edges of mosaic laid into the ground, the smooth edges of new tombstone, or the the roughened, weathered edges of one created a century ago.
History and lives lived cling closely to the experience of walking among the remembrances of the departed. It is a place that reminds one to live each day to the fullest, to live it mindfully, and not take life for granted.
Photography, for me, isn’t just about taking pictures, it’s about the experience created behind each photograph I take. It’s about the emotion brought forth. It’s all about the captured moment.