[as always, click on the horizontal shots to enlarge.]

i spent this morning in a graveyard, though i didn’t have anyone to bury. it’s a graveyard on jones ave., non-descript, i’ve biked by the wall that hides it a thousand times before i knew what it actually was. around the west side of it was a fence topped with barbed wire that was scaled easily enough, and i was in. i spent about an hour there, wandering around slowly, looking at details, breathing deeply, and taking photos. it was quiet, the sun was low but the light was sharp, and the grass was still moist with dew.

some explanation of the photos: this is an all-jewish cemetery. the pebbles captured in one of the photos are on left on top of the headstones, part of a jewish tradition that signifies that the grave has been visited, and honoured. the yard has a wall around three sides of it, and fencing all around it garnished with three strands of barbed wire. it is obviously a very private place, and though i was trespassing, i did so humbly and did my best not to disturb anything during my visit. i’m not sure what would’ve happened if i got caught.