Painted by sparkling rays
Silence and river soothed
Beyond the taste of rain
City of the dead
(Laurel Hill Cemetery, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)
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Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
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- Aine
- Collaborator and night owl.
Past Contests
- "Elemental" Short Fiction Contest
- "Uncovered" Short Fiction Contest
- "Silhouette" Short Fiction Contest
- "In Vino Veritas" Short Fiction Contest
- "Ascension" Short Fiction Contest
- "Running Wind" Short Fiction Contest
- "Whispers" Short Fiction Contest
- "Restless Dawn" Short Fiction Contest
- "Halo" Short Fiction Contest
- "Endless Hour" Short Fiction Contest
- "Silent Grey" Short Fiction Contest
- "Lonely Moon" Short Fiction Contest (with Anne Frasier)
- "Midnight Road" Short Fiction Contest
- "Two Lights" Short Fiction Contest
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16 comments:
looks like all the solemn heaven money can buy.
love this line by the way:
'Beyond the taste of rain'
I agree with ruksak. Lots of money buried there. Nice photos.
Unreachable...thats how those words left me. Yet, you still manage to penetrate their city.
Great photos, Jason! Thanks for sharing.
A deliberate morbidity is stilled by vivid images.
Good show, Jason.
very nice, jason. LOVE the title!
Ruksak, it's the most opulent cemetery I've ever seen, that's for sure.
Steve, sometime I'll post the pictures I took of the most magnificent private mausoleum I've ever seen. It could pass for a very small church.
Mary, thanks so much for the visit!
Mermaid, there is that dichotomy in this place. Even thogh you're immersed in it, there is a distance.
Kate, you could say that. :D I used to post a lot more interesting gravestones. I'm saving those for winter.
Jeff, thanks. :)
Susan, I still can't get over that place. What a hidden treasure.
Anne, thanks. I think I'd like a city of the dead. Very quiet.
You know, maybe I'm just in a weird place right now, but that looks so gorgeous, I wonder how appropriate it would be to park a chair in front to relax in. I mean, the neighbors would be pretty darn quiet. It almost seems like a subdivision available for new inhabitants once they cross over. Just needs a little mailbox. (Shutting up now...)
Like the line 'silence and river soothed'. Love the pics. It all looks so peaceful.
I don't care how opulent this cemetery is - I don't want to live there.
A beautiful final resting place.
I wonder if you would enjoy a trip to see the cemeteries of New Orleans? (Of course, I don't know what shape they are in now, hopefully ok). I especially like this top photo and your words.
Good heavens, this is truely a city; it makes Highgate cemetary in London look like a rather untidy village.
Lovely words as always, Jason.
Addy
We went past the "City of the Dead" in Cairo a couple of years back - very different to this one, I assure you! It's amazing what money can buy although it seems sort of pointless considering the souls in your photos are probably mingling in the same place as those of Cairo's version.
Livewire, not a bad idea. I could just hear the grumbling from the current residents. The dead pretty much keep to themselves, you know.
Marie, thanks. :) There is a river just down the hill.
Anna, certainly not if you have to move in the usual way. ;)
Beady, I still can't believe how well preserved it is for being right next to the inner city.
Ester, cemeteries in the south are such powerful places. I remember visiting one in Fayetteville, South Carolina in the evening at dusk. The night insects were singing so loud, they almost lifted me.
Addy, how well have the old cemeteries in London survived? How far back are the stones readable?
Terri, I have mixed feeling about it. Yes, it does seem wasteful, but then again, something about the sentiment speaks to me. The desire for permanence on Earth, perhaps.
Jason, I think very little conservation effort bar cutting the worst of the weeds back, has gone into the cemeteries (I'll probably find there are vast numbers of cemetary restoration groups leaping from behind every grave now). I'll find out the oldest grave, I'm intrigued to know myself. Certainly in some of the local graveyards, I have seen 17th century stones where the date is still readable.
Addy
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