This post is a bit (a lot) morbid so I apologize in advance. The photographs above were taken a few weeks ago at Springfield Cemetery, NY, for a class assignment. And let me tell you, there’s nothing like a visit to your local cemetery to get you thinking about your own mortality.
The sight of scattered headstones with faces of strangers you swear you’ve seen before and sweet written sentiments slows the hand of time and forces you to ask “what if this were me or someone I love?” I guess what I’m trying to say, very inarticulately, is that visit definitely makes me hold the people that matter most in my life much more dear. Concurrently, weeding out the trivialities I often take so seriously.
I also photographed the graves of many children, some of which were unmarked because family members were too poor to afford a headstone. Could you imagine not being able to properly commemorate your child’s life because you can’t afford to? It’s a crushing reality many mothers have been forced to bear.
(Photographs taken by me)
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