Photography at a Cemetery: For me, the older the better. Given my locale, older is pioneer cemeteries that manage graves from the mid 1800’s and forward. Settlers, transplants and adventurers who pushed out West.
I love the older, less cared for cemeteries because they seem to meld, in my mind, with the history, the rugged times, the harshness of it all.
So, when we go to photograph these spots I prefer views that show a progression of terrain, markers and trees that depict old, weathered, forgotten history.
But try as I might to take these shots of the perfect blend of old, historical cemeteries, something intrudes that conflicts as much as carnival ride plopped down inside the cemetery…gausch plastic flowers!

I understand the practicality of bringing plastic flowers to a cemetery, so you only have to visit once a year perhaps…tsk…tsk.
I also understand the frustrations of bringing fresh cut somethings to the cemetery only to have them turn into dry floral arrangements.

Ok, I could go to a city cemetery and observe all the plastic flowers, green artificial turf, whirly bird windmills and mylar balloons if I want a funtastic impression of a graveside. Or……





I don’t want foil balloons and plastic flowers on my passing, I want to be eaten by worms, those worms to be eaten by fish Then reincarnated in those fish I shall rise beneath angler’s dry flies and hover, perhaps wave a derisory pectoral fin if the pattern has too many tails or the wing is the wrong shade of gray and slip back into the depths muttering, “I know your game”.. this I believe is my destiny.. 🙂
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See…now that is how you string one thought/vision to another. I am so envious!!! Thanks Tim
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all this cemetery stuff is getting to you, mate. get back to the water quick !
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lol!
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