Yesterday, on my way to a client's birthday party in Philadelphia, I decided to make a stop at Laurel Hill Cemetery, which was one of the first rural cemeteries in the United States. Of course, now it lies in a blighted area of the city. Once it must have been a beautiful carriage ride up the Schuykill River from Old Philadelphia.
Despite being yards from crumbling homes and empty warehouses, inside is another world. To say that it's stunning is an understatement. I'll be sharing the visit with you, but today, I wanted to tell you about one of those rare photography moments which takes your breath away.
After spending close to two hours exploring, it was time for me to get going to the party. The setting sun burned through the trees and windy clouds twisted in the sky. I was driving up a narrow lane past a long row of mausoleums when a spritz of rain sparkled in the sky.
On my right, I noticed an obelisk with the crouching figure of a child high at the top. I thought to myself, wow, I'd love a picture of that, but I didn't stop. Time was tight, and I had a nagging fear that someone might lock the only gate.
That's when I saw it. Despite a very broken sky which really didn't look like rain, a double rainbow was hovering right beside the figure of the boy in the sky. I jammed on the brakes, left the car running, and got the camera out of the trunk. I snapped and snapped. The rainbow lasted no more than two minutes.
Sometimes countless maybes, circumstances, and coincidences fall into place. Right down to the golden rays of light reaching down from the sky. Sometimes you have to jam on the brakes, or you'll miss the breath of magic forever.
So here is that moment to share with you. For once, I'm not going to say any words to go with it. I'll leave that to you.
(From K.L. Gilbert, this beautiful verse.)
A child alone
atop a pillar of stone
for eternity says a prayer.
God let me sleep
in peace so deep
under an angel's loving care.
And an angel was sent
as a rainbow bent
to protect the child so fair.