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It all becomes one
The sign on the road said there was a heritage cemetery up this hill. What we found first was a regular one, still in active use.
It took a minute to notice the heritage one; the trees, the ground, and the headstones were all taking on the same textures, blending into one.
Argyle, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.30.2015
The day’s long goodbye
White churches dot the Nova Scotian landscape. Some of them are still active churches, others have turned into other things (karate studios, for some reason, seemed to be a popular re-use), and still others are in various states of falling apart.
This church and its graveyard caught the late afternoon light in a way that was very nearly spiritual.
St. Barnabas Anglican Church
Chezzetcook, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.6.2015
Little Gay Lawson
“I’ll just lie down flat on the ground to get this shot. I won’t get any bug bites or anything, since I won’t be here long.”
-my internal dialog, immediately prior to making this image of Little Gay Lawson’s headstone.
“Holy crap! Look at that spider.”
-my internal dialog when I first looked at this image on my computer and saw that spider on the left side of the headstone’s base.
Afton Cemetery
Afton, Texas
photographed 7.3.2015
Mrs. Wyatt F. Clements
Those little gravemarkers with lambs on top are sad – they mark the grave of a very young child.
But this one struck me as even sadder. Poor Mrs. Clements died without her own name, forever obscured by her husband’s.
Afton Cemetery
Afton, Texas
photographed 7.3.2015
One Day | One Image 