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Thursday, November 18, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Life and Death
Most people would find my attraction with cemeteries somewhat morbid. I try to explain I am merely fascinated with them because they are filled with history, and I love history.
My favorite cemeteries are the ones that are old and kept up by the families of the people that are buried there. I will often stroll through the cemetery looking for the oldest date of birth I can find.
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As soon as I saw these markers I was instantly taken back to the days of Wyatt Earp. I visited a ghost town in Montana a few years ago and on the outskirts of the dusty town was the cemetery. Most of the tombstones were made from wood; most of the names had been worn out from years of exposure to the severe Montana weather.
I love these three Crosses, I found them to be simple and understated. When I saw these I felt that these were people of faith and needed nothing fancy, they knew they were going to be with god and that’s all they needed to leave behind.
When I came upon this grave it was immediately apparent it was a child. I always become emotional at the graveside of a child. All I need to do is imagine what it’s like to be this childs parent. Having to endure that loss weighs heavy on my heart.
My favorite cemeteries are the ones that are old and kept up by the families of the people that are buried there. I will often stroll through the cemetery looking for the oldest date of birth I can find.
|While I am walking through a graveyard I am always wondering what the individual laid to rest was like. I try to deduce what the person was like from their name, what’s written on the headstone and how old they were. This tombstone makes me think this was someone that enjoyed slot machines and maybe wanted to pull that one armed bandit just one more time.
As soon as I saw these markers I was instantly taken back to the days of Wyatt Earp. I visited a ghost town in Montana a few years ago and on the outskirts of the dusty town was the cemetery. Most of the tombstones were made from wood; most of the names had been worn out from years of exposure to the severe Montana weather.
I love these three Crosses, I found them to be simple and understated. When I saw these I felt that these were people of faith and needed nothing fancy, they knew they were going to be with god and that’s all they needed to leave behind.
When I came upon this grave it was immediately apparent it was a child. I always become emotional at the graveside of a child. All I need to do is imagine what it’s like to be this childs parent. Having to endure that loss weighs heavy on my heart.
After paying my respect to those that have lived and died I will normally wait for the sunset, it’s very symbolic for me. We are born, like the sunrise and then we are here for a very short time before the sun sets on our lives. I don’t know these people personally but I do feel a diminutive bond with them. The flowers, flags, toys and cards that are left graveside are an indication of how much they are loved and will be terribly missed.
My Spokane
This is my first attempt at making a documentary style movie for my Photomedia class. I created this using Final Cut Express. I hope you enjoy it, it's not perfect but remember I am a beginner.
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