My digital SLR camera, a Nikon D50, is able to detect infrared light. Using an infrared filter, I can take photographs of that light. Since infrared radiation is put out by heated objects, the resulting images tend to show the trees and grass brightly, but water and the sky is dark.
People are creative. People are weird.
While out and about in any of the cities where I’ve lived recently, I’ve encountered quirky or unexpected sights. Sometimes, I have encountered these while a camera was handy.
Bayview Cemetery in Bellingham, Washington has some great headstones, including this one:
The statue is nicknamed “Angel Eyes” and rumor has it that blood seeps out of her eyes during a full moon.
For the sixth day of Halloween…
In honor of Halloween, I thought it would be fun to play a little game. For the 13 days leading up to it, I intend to post something that contains at least a whiff of the strange, bizarre, weird, haunting or macabre. Or at least the curious.
A few weeks ago, I visited the Eastwood Cemetery and took more photos.
A few months ago we moved to Medford, about fifteen miles north of Ashland. Naturally, I’ve been meaning to check out the cemeteries here but, being the procrastinator I am, I had not done so — until yesterday.
The silly thing is there’s a cemetery near here that I drive by nearly any time I’m out and about. I’m not talking about the Siskiyou Memorial Park* that I can easily see from the street (and which doesn’t interest me so much because, well, it’s a memorial park.) No, I’m talking about the Eastwood Cemetery.
Entropy. It’s one of those words that just looks and sounds appealing to me for some reason. On top of that (and prehaps like duende) it’s a word rich in meaning.
I’ve been working on a post about speaking gibberish in improv, but then I thought of a quote attributed to Mark Twain:
“I didn’t have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead.”
Hi! I’m back. Did you miss me? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
File this post in the humongous category: Things I was wrong about.
Some time ago, I wrote a post where I misread a headstone. Well, today I tell you about another error I made in a cemetery.
Last time I visited Ashland Cemetery, I came across this headstone. See if you are struck by the same thing I was: