Oh, So Quiet.

Hubby and I have this "thing" with cemeteries. It sounds morbid, I know, but it's really not that at all. Back in college we would visit cemeteries to take pictures of the sculptures, but it turned into something more than an art hunt. It's so quiet, and humbling, and historical. It had been years since we'd photographed a cemetery, until Saturday. We had breakfast downtown and then drove to Grand Rapids' oldest resting place at 801 Fulton Street.

It was a gorgeous morning and not a cloud in the sky. You could hear all the sounds of nature...squirrels playing, acorns dropping and the birds chirping, even though it borders a busy downtown street. We walked slowly and carefully trying to respect the resting places. What is so amazing to me is that some of these headstones are so old the engravings are virtually impossible to read yet others, equally as old, are so crisp and clear. And, some are simply being swallowed by the earth.

We shot about 40 images without disturbing a single leaf. When we got home and looked at the images there was not one that I wanted to go back in to crop (and I'm a cropper!), nor one that needed color correction. Each image was as honest and beautiful as I remembered.

Hmmm.