I’ve always had an unhealthy relationship with cemeteries. I don’t believe in the practice of burying people in boxes and then placing an expensive tombstone on top of them, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t value the beauty in what is left behind when our loved ones died. Did I bury my father? Yes, but at the age of 19 I was not mentally prepared to cremate him. I needed that place to always go back to. Now? I would have cremated him and buried him with a tree. We are born from nature and die in nature. To nature we should be returned. That is me, though. Not everyone.
And I love to capture the beauty that is death. Death is for the living, not the dead.