There’s a peculiar feeling I have walking through a graveyard at midnight, it’s not that death is all around me, no it’s more like life is infinite and takes many turns along the way, one of them is to a place like this. It’s beautiful and magical in a grave yard and the night time washes away all the day-to-day concerns of life.
There’s generally no schedule when I go out at night, I am always just externally focused on my surroundings; problems and situations seem to disappear in comparison to what’s in front of me. Tonight is no different, I am here in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in NY, making photos.
The weather is not cooperating at all, tonight was cloudy and the ambient light from the ground is reflected in the clouds, making the sky look like paste and reflecting ground light making it brighter than I would like. This is my first image:
As in all endeavors, there’s always a start. And tonight this was mine. I loved the crooked steps and they reminded me that imperfection is beautiful to the person seeing the whole. Not all imperfection of course but the differences are the difference, they make things interesting.
I walked further into the night, I heard the rustle of trees, wind… almost a howling sound coming from in front of me. I wasn’t afraid, I was curious. I have no fear in a grave yard, I have been here many, many lifetimes before, no it’s that simple curiosity of the unknown.
The reason is because I know my angels are always with me. So who are these curious souls who seem to follow me around, keep me safe and find me amazing parking spots? They are those who’ve loved me and now they watch over me. I always wondered what they might look like if I could see them, maybe like this….
It was nice to see them again, a little less conversational than the last time, but always showing me the way.
And finally, as the cold seeps through my double layered pants and heated vest, I spot one last place to locate my camera, a place where the symmetry of life and death come together.
Lets see what tomorrow brings…..