Soft Light, Hard Edges

I have always been drawn to cemeteries. The quiet and peace, the reverence.

The forgotten.

I believe that we should remember.

It doesn't matter if these places are aged, or that the families of the residents are long gone now too. They deserve to be remembered.

A name carried forward in quiet ways.

Some find cemeteries disturbing or morbid, but I find them serene and beautiful, full of angles, stone, and memory. Perhaps it is an unpopular opinion, but I feel that cemeteries should house liveliness... life. Visitors holding moments of joy, a birthday toast, a quiet celebration, a way of honoring them with life, instead of only loss. A way of saying, ‘You’re still part of this world, too.’ It’s not strange; it’s deeply human.

I photograph cemeteries because they’re not lifeless to me. They’re full of stories, textures, traces of those who came before; there’s a sense of continuity.

When I photograph them, I try to let the quiet speak. They’re still, but they’re not empty.