Do Not Run Through Cemeteries
Or even walk fast. No, I'm not telling a child not to run. I'm telling myself. Yesterday, I woke up to the fog returning after disappearing from the evenings thick and heavy shroud. After my daughter got on the school bus, I ran out with my camera to go to the Mt. Hope Cemetery in Cemetery. I hadn't visited that in fog yet. This cemetery sits high up on a hill – you are actually overlooking the town of Lambertville – really quite pretty. Well the only fog that remained was on the other side of the cemetery from where I parked, where it slopes down towards town. With fog, time is always of the essence so I quick paced it to that area. I was careful to watch each step as the cemetery still mostly sits under snow. With all the thaws and refreezes, there is snow, slush and ice. Well, I though I was speeding through a slushy area, which was actually ice, and down I went. A hard down on my rear end and left elbow. Ow, is putting it mildly, but my camera was safe! And I was grateful that I didn't bang my head on a tombstone! After composing myself, I was able to capture only a few shots, but not as much fog as I like. I did end up exploring the cemetery a bit more but not too long, as I knew every step was treacherous. I had first visited this cemetery with my friends from Wise Owl Workshops (see my Please Also Visit page) on a very hot and humid summer day. I was able to join them in a cemetery explore before attending one of their cemetery art and symbolism workshops. It was their great enthusiasm and passion that really drew me into exploring cemeteries, other than trying to get the most creative photo. From then, my cemetery explorations have had a whole new meaning.