Monday, October 3, 2011

The Irony of Cemeteries


Where did I come from? How did I start doing this?

I have been asked often who the heck I am. It may seem to some like I have popped up out of nowhere. Those questions are both easy and difficult to answer.

We all have times in life that try us... that take us to our mortal limits. I had been experiencing those life altering & scarring times. I needed peace. There are a few things I know that have the power to bring me peace. But, one has a bit more powerful mojo.

Cemeteries. (and my camera!)

A habit that goes back to childhood. So, I went back to them for peace and meditation. When I am in a cemetery, I feel... sedate...quiet and soulful. I often feel like the place wants me there. (Now you think I am just crazy, right?) Wandering through them is both a history lesson and a walk with nature. I love reading the stones and consuming the details, because, when I do, it brings the people back to life. In these places of the dead, they are kept eternally alive. And these places of the dead regenerate me and my spirit, as well. I give back, respectfully, with my photos.

This has brought me to creating Historic Cemeteries, which I pour love into with all my being. I hope it shows. I don't know exactly why I love cemeteries or find them special.  I am just drawn to them. Everyone has their thing I suppose. I am glad I have mine.