Meet me in the Graveyard

This image was found in a basket of photos in a shop in Fort Wayne, Indiana.  I have quite a few photos of myself, as a child, visiting my mother’s grave, which is why I’m drawn to photographs of others partaking in the same ritual. The visitors of Henry A. Seitz’s resting place, at Lindenwood … More Meet me in the Graveyard

The Visitor

I have a fondness for photographs of graveside visitors.  Why?  My mother died in an auto accident when I was seven months old and I was raised by my maternal grandmother.  Cemetery visits were a regular event during my childhood, and I sat for many graveside photographs, such as this one.   This particular photograph, … More The Visitor