29 August 2013
Breckenridge, Colorado Part Two
I debated for a while if I wanted to post these photos, or even more so, if I wanted to take these photos. This section of our day is centered around a rather sacred place. Some people associate it with fear, but I associate it with beauty. Cemeteries are a very heavy place to be. I personally never leave the same person as I came in. This particular cemetery is old....I mean, old. Easily the oldest cemetery I've ever seen, and there is something rather beautiful about that. There is something so beautiful about how these people are all still there. Sure, some might see them simply as bones beneath the dirt, but I see them as so much more, I see them as the human beings they were and the tributes they left behind. I know that a lot of people view cemeteries as a very personal space, which is why I put so much thought into it when I decided to photograph this place. My opinion, as I decided that day, might be a rather controversial one. I don't mean to offend anyone, nor do I mean to disrespect anyone. In my thoughts, by taking and posting these pictures I am simply respecting these people. I am not letting them be forgotten, and I am sharing their stories with those around me. I am bringing them back, if only for a day, in some small way. I find that beautiful. Now, if you don't...I'm sorry. I fully understand and respect your opinion, in fact, it makes so much sense to me. I honestly don't think that any opinion about something this personal can be wrong, and with that, I'm not looking to make anyone uncomfortable. So, please, forgive me. With that said, here are some of the powerful gravestones I stumbled upon, and carefully stood next to....because nothing feels more horrible than standing atop of someone....who, to me, is still a someone.