Last Wednesday night was a rather painful day for me. My father would have been 62 and I recently experienced his loss. I wanted to do something special in his honor. (more…)
Last Wednesday night was a rather painful day for me. My father would have been 62 and I recently experienced his loss. I wanted to do something special in his honor. (more…)
I haven’t done much in the line of photography as of late. For reasons I won’t get in to here, I have regrettably been neglecting honing my craft. I can say that I have a rather long way to go in terms of getting to the level that I want. While one never stops learning, ideally I would love to get to a point where I’m comfortable with my work. I’m a long ways a way, yet I will not cease my efforts. I cannot. Today the lens called to me, despite everything ongoing. I needed it. (more…)
While some may consider me morbid when I say this, know that morbidity is not the reasoning I feel what I’m about to express. While I dislike and possibly despise going to wakes and funerals, I love cemeteries. Between the idea that souls buried there have found peace, to the stone and artwork, I find cemeteries to be a place of beauty. Though it pains me to see the heartbreak for those visiting their loved ones, the opposite side of the coin is that pain is matched by the same level of love. (more…)
Every other week my family and I visit the grave of my deceased aunt. Although I am still numb, there is still pain there beneath the surface. Still, I have always had a fascination with cemeteries. There is something beautiful in the pain. Today I decided to hide behind the lens and attempt to photograph the beauty in it. It was my way of coping with the emotion. I didn’t photograph for long, not this time. (more…)
