Death Trap by drei88 I came here more out of curiosity than anything else. A crew had spent several

Death Trap by drei88 I came here more out of curiosity than anything else. A crew had spent several days here taking down century old hardwood trees adjacent to the old receiving vault. Recent storms had knocked down one of the trees which destroyed the monuments on which it landed. Taking out the remaining trees was the only viable alternative. Old trees have much to do with the character of these local cemeteries. They help define their look and character. This area was heavily shaded in summer, and even in winter the bare limbs towered overhead like a twisted and gnarled umbrella. My curiosity was driven by the desire to experience this place without the trees. It was familiar but completely different. Much the way the neighborhood looks different after a large tree falls during a storm. You can’’t get over the feeling that there’s a hole in the sky where the tree used to be. Anyway I initially approached this session as a documentary experience, simply using the camera to record the changes. Quite different than channeling energy to create a sort of visual seance which is how these things often go. But it wasn’t long before the sadness found me. It was fueled in part by the fallen trees. I spent time examining the huge stumps and stacks of massive logs. More growth rings than I could possibly count; these trees easily date to the creation of the cemetery in the early 1800s. Now gone, never to be replaced. Photography is still possible here, but the realization is that it will never be the same. As I explored further, I felt a sensation of heaviness that pressed down on me. It was late in the afternoon, just an hour until sunset. The day was gray, cold, windswept and with light rain mixing with sleet. About as grim as it gets in terms of backdrops. I was the only living soul in the entire cemetery, and I believe that magnifies the effect. So much sadness is stored here, and entering these grounds alone makes me its sole vector point. I continued on for perhaps an hour; not sure I lost all track of time. I finally reach a point of exhaustion, physical in nature but caused more by the stress than actual exertion. I know it’s time to go. The heaviness fades as I make my way back home. https://flic.kr/p/2imdtQT -- source link

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