Originally, I did this blog for a photography class but I think I am going to continue on with it in order to get my thoughts down about certain images. I went to the cemetary the other day with the intention of taking photos of ducks (you know the ones you bring a loaf of bread to and end up feeding them a whole loaf as a kid) after work. When I got there, it was so peaceful and calm that I ended up sitting on a bench for hours watching the sunset. I had no morbid thoughts at all. I just thought about how comfortable I felt in that moment.

In terms of photography, using light has been especially fun to me. I walked around the cemetary and noticed the shadows on the walkway and the reflections on the grave stones. I was especially drawn to this grave because the reflection was so clear and vivid. I took some shots of the grave as it got cooler outside. I wasn't as focused on the photos as much as just seeing things through a different lens, and attempting to switch those lenses around in my mind.

The greatest part about this little peaceful adventure is that my mind was completely at rest. I don't know what compelled me to go to the cemetary, and honestly I don't care. It was the strangest, most comfortable solitude I had felt in a while. It wasn't sad; it was quiet.