sylvar

I think I like taking photographs of graves. There's interesting graphic design, a variety of textures, light and shadow, and the subjects tend not to blink. And there certainly are some beautiful images to capture.

( They're small images, but some of you are on dialup, so... )

I went looking for someone else's grave to fill a request, but didn't find it. Not yet. I'll return, and while I'm nearby I'll check out the Showman's Rest Cemetery. There's another photo request waiting for me there.

Know what else I like about going to a cemetery? Returning. One of these days I'll have to skip that part of it, but until that day (far off, I pray), I'll keep visiting with a camera.

I spent my lunch break at a nearby cemetery as a volunteer photographer for Find-A-Grave. I figure it's interesting, it gets me outside, it serves others -- hard to go wrong there. I took dozens of photos but I've only uploaded a few so far -- that's time-consuming, I've found, and I'd rather get work done at the office and deal with grave photos at other times.

The interesting thing was that the wind was blowing a flowerpot so that it was starting to lean away, which would make the shot a lot easier to get. (I haven't moved anything left at a grave in order to take a photo. I'm not sure how I feel about that.) I prayed, "OK, God, just a little more wind and I'll get this shot." A few seconds later, the flowerpot hit a tipping point and was suddenly out of the way. I got the shot and said "Thanks, God, I got it." And a few seconds after that, the wind holding the flowers down subsided. The flowerpot returned to its original angle.

Sure, it can be explained entirely by reason. But as Brother Alwyn said (or will say in around 1,255 years, according to Babylon 5 chronology), "Faith and reason are the shoes on your feet. You can travel further with both than you can with just one." And aren't miracles all in the timing?