Winter Resting

Waking up to fog this Thanksgiving weekend I decided to go shooting in a rather unusual place. The local cemetery. I'm sure there was a reason to my madness for getting up at 7:30 A.M. on a holiday weekend let alone go to a foggy, wet, damp, and at sometimes, eerie cemetery. I think a lot of people avoid the cemetery because it's an ever fixated symbol of death and the end of life, something that one does not like to be reminded. I, on the other hand, enjoy the sometimes mysterious, ominous, and artistic side of the cemetery. There is history and lives that makes you wonder what it was like back in the old days. I'm not saying that I schedule on a regular basis to go shooting in grave yards but I do stop to admire and wonder about lives that have come and gone.