Oakland Cemetary

How apropos to visit the cemetary on a cold, wet, dreary Saturday morning. My eyes were watery and frozen as was the snot dripping from my nose. Yet, all that seemed to matter was capturing the life that existed amongst the dead.

life's path intersected.

These beautiful pieces of art have sadly been put to rest along with the souls in which they sleep. Only after bravely peering through the gates of a dank mausoluem did I discover life. So sweet the flowers that bloom...

 

tears