Sunday

The fog was powerful this morning so I grabbed my camera in hopes to capture it. As I was driving the fog appeared to dissipate and my disappointment grew by the second. I turned toward the cemetery as I had always found inspiration in it. To my amazement the fog was still there and I managed to take a few unspectacular shots before it disappeared.

I have always had an affinity towards cemeteries and find no morbidity in them. I have no interest in Death, nor does it attracts me. But I love taking pictures of graveyards and the stories one can weave from them.

There is so much life in a cemetery and there is no better place to bird or squirrel watch. I delight in gazing at children playing and people walk their dogs. A cute cat napping on a tombstone with no care in the world or old people sitting lovingly on a bench brings the most tenderness out of me.

But what allures me the most is the art and architecture. One can find the most magnificent statues in cemeteries, however that type of art goes mainly unnoticed due to the stigma and taboo imposed by society.

My mother was a bit concerned when she first started seeing my photos, but finally managed to understand my point of view after I explained to her my motives. Maman is not on the verge of becoming a convert, but she is warming up to the idea. Maybe I will be able to drag her to the Pere Lachaise in Paris one of those days LOL.

I promised myself that I would make a point in visiting one cemetery in each place that I visit in the future may it be for pleasure of business. Mmmmm my list is growing longer every day. So many places, so little time! Oh well...

Beauty is everywhere, may it be in a cemetery, in the eyes of a child, a certain scar, a painting, a sunset, an old woman's smile, an animal or a mosque. One only has to open their eyes and their heart.