Pondering what makes us human, our mortality, the ephemeral nature of life. The older I get, the more attracted to cemeteries I seem to become. Their tranquility; the funerary art; trinkets left on white stones of the beloved… In Bonaventure, it was also the giant oak trees covered in moss, moving ever so elegantly in the summer breeze; like mature ladies letting their long, natural grey hair down before they go to sleep…
Savannah, GA
April 6th, 2018