I’m cheating a little today. I’m giving into the “I don’t wanna’s”. So I’m pulling from my archives to support a conversation that I’m having with another Blogger whose photography I like. This One TIme At Band Camp
We were discussing photography in a cemetery.
In this I found a tiny little plastic angel and made her the major focus of the picture. In doing so you can clearly see the grave stone behind the statue, but the name is obscured through focus.
Renchick asked me how I obscure the names in the photos, because I don’t want to put that out there all over the interwebs. And the point is the emotional connection, not the specific name. My answer – cropping, zoom, careful layout of the photo.
The below is from a child’s grave. It’s rather tacky at first blush, because there is SO much on the grave. But when you take the time to look at the parts and see the love that goes into leaving all the memorabilia you can really see the beauty.
I approach these shots and think of what I would want if someone was taking a photograph of my Father’s grave. I would want respect for the man he was, I would want it to not be a gimmick, or to be about being scary or spooky.
Cemeteries hold the dead, but they are for the living. And they all tell stories about how we deal with death, and how we live. How we want to be remembered. When you have limited space to describe a person we can suddenly identify how we define ourselves.
When your grave is erected – what will you be?
Most of us don’t get that much. Most of us get a few words