Graveyards are interesting, peaceful and for me somehow reassuring — the last page of many a great story. Contemplating the markers, I wonder about the experiences of each of the represented lives and how they chose to spend the moments they had.
We enter this world with one truth…this physical life, as we know it, is temporary and will come to an end at some undetermined moment. Yet, few of us, certainly myself included, live in the spirit of fully comprehending this important point. Some live without acknowledging it with conscious thought, some live lost in the trivial and grind of daily life and some live in preparation for what they believe may come beyond this physical life — blind to the moment, trading it instead for future promises.
In recent times or in more developed nations and historical periods the feasibility of casual diversions over daily survival has been possible. Many of us today have the privilege and luxury to contemplate the scheme of our lives beyond where the next meal or shelter will come from.
This privilege and luxury perhaps comes with a responsibility, to be more proactive in achieving our own happiness/fulfillment and in sharing this happiness with others where we can.
A lesson I’ve struggled in my life to learn — live life fully while you have it and work to make it as enjoyable as possible, whatever that looks like to you, as long as it does no harm to others.
Your happiness doesn’t have to look exactly like mine…and that’s okay!
These photos were made at Saint Perter’s Episcopal Church, Washington, NC, which has a lovely and old, by American standards, graveyard located between the church and a quiet street. Lovely homes surround it and it’s well kept, as you can see, with trees, bushes and flowers.
Established in 1822, St. Peter’s Episcopal Church has played an important part in diocesan and community life…
While visiting this site, Tom Dills and I were both strolling among the markers and headstones, lost in our own thoughts and each taking photos in moments when inspired. I only remember communicating once about the fleeting sun striking a row of head stones for a few moments — I think I ended up shooting one side of them and Tom the other.
Two photographers, same place, same time producing similar but still different photos — each finding there own brand of beauty, art and joy.
Seeing how someone else interprets a scene I also photographed is an interesting experience…one where I can appreciate both views.
Briefly, I considered rendering these photos in black and white but after a seemingly long winter the spring colors were so nice I couldn’t bring myself to ignore them.