This sounds horrible but it’s true—I needed to kill time today. I had an hour and a ½ before an appointment. It wasn’t worth going home from work then driving all the way back to this side of town.
I had Big Bertha with me so I stopped off at the gas station, filled the tank and started driving and looking for something to photograph. That’s when I came up with an idea: the cemetery.
This is a familiar cemetery—a friend was buried here over 20 years ago.
It was evening and the sun was setting. The sign at the entrance indicated the cemetery closes at 8:30 pm—which was reassuring yet I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be locked in. Surely they’d patrol before closing the gates?
While searching for the gravestone marker for my friend I came upon a dead squirrel. I couldn’t resist taking a photo.
It was eerily quiet except for periodic sounds of airplanes flying overhead. I remember the planes flying overhead during my friend’s funeral and thought it was pretty novel until I learned the airport was just a few minutes away. I was able to get this shot with ease using the telephoto lens on Big Bertha.
Here are some shots of the cemetery.
This is my favorite shot that happened by accident. At the time I was driving around the cemetery, looking for new spot to park the car. I sat for a moment in the car and the sunset caught my eye in the mirror. The telephoto lens was on the Canon Mark II – so I used the Canon G11 to take the shot.
Possible caption: Reflect on the past.
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Big Bertha (Canon EOS 5D Mark II), Canon G11