There’s nothing I enjoy more than to go out for early morning photos, especially before 7:30 am. I’m sure the fact that I’ve been spending all of my time getting the house ready to put on the market had a lot to do with it. A change of venue was definitely needed.
The skies were overcast and dreary, but I wasn’t going to let the weather deter me. I wondered how long the rain would hold off. I hoped it wouldn’t be a total waste to travel the twenty, or so miles to get to Christ Church cemetery.
As I pulled out of my street and headed south towards the causeway, I noticed how the sky took on a reddish hue. Then, there it was. A growing ember burning through distant clouds over the horizon. I had to get that shot. I pulled over, hoping to catch the beauty. Unfortunately, what I saw with my eye didn’t quite match with what the camera caught. (*Sigh*)
As the crow flies, it’s probably less than 8 miles from my house to Christ Church. Driving is another story. Thirty minutes later, I pulled into the parking area. Even though it had been drizzling, I was determine to stay ahead of it. I grabbed my camera bag, crossed the street, and entered one of the most beautiful cemeteries I know.
Christ Church cemetery is one of my favorite places to visit, especially in the spring when everything starts to bloom. Today’s mood was different. The gray skies accentuated the gray tombstones, creating a somewhat dreary and solemn mood. If it weren’t for the Camellia and Hibiscus bushes, the setting would have next to no color.
Having a Photographer’s Eye
Sometimes, it’s easy to capture a good shot. Other times, it’s not. As I walked along the pathways and between the grave sites, I tried to keep my eye open for the unusual. At times, I stood and looked around me, up and down. I know it’s out there, but where?
I’ve always been attracted to those little cherubs that are seated on or by the head stones. I took a few shots of those, but I still felt they were too obvious. My eye still needs a lot more training to see things in a unique way.
I squatted to get down low, I stood underneath and looked up.
Another thing I noticed was sometimes I saw things that really captured my attention, but getting the camera to pick them up the same way I saw them didn’t always work. Kind of like when I tried to get a shot of the sunrise. Translation certainly has its downside.
The Beauty of the Moment
Here I was. Enjoying myself in a cemetery on a very dreary day. Yet, what I really noticed was that even amidst death, beauty continues to thrive, both made made and God created. The colors of the Camellias and Hibiscus gave life to an otherwise gray and dreary setting.
The drizzle began to turn to rain. It was time to pack up and head home. Spending an hour in the cemetery was just what the doctor ordered. I got what I came for and left more than satisfied, ready to return to the task of the day.
Do you often follow your heart and not your head? How do you find beauty in the midst of dreariness?
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