I don't think I'm going to do this too often, but for this post, I really feel like putting down in words what I feel about the pictures I've posted. Why I took them. What I was thinking. What the particular photo says, at least to me. I know a bunch of pictures in a graveyard of a war long past is a bit morbid. I find that graveyards are not only often beautiful and peaceful places, but also, from a photography point of view they are often filled with interesting details and lighting.
This first picture I like for how the sun forces its way through the olive tree and reflects off the head stones and the grass in the foreground. But, mostly I like it because those sun-kissed grasses remind me of the early morning, dew drenched silence in the wheat fields back home.
The long narrow shadows imply more of a human form and gives more thought to the mysterious individuals buried there.
This tree is amazing. It's dark red bark more resembles flesh... and right now it appears to be going through some sort of molting which gives it a disturbing burnt look.
This one is my favorite of the bunch. It has that blurry-eyed, just woke up look. The bright, early morning sun assaulting your view... and that feeling applied to a graveyard (in Jerusalem of all places) really pushes thoughts to our own daily resurrections. It's a good Carpe Diam reminder. "Hurry up, before you're dead too."
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