One of the biggest compliments that I receive about my cemetery photography is from writers who seen an image of mine and are inspired to write a piece. One such writer, Veronique Medrano has wrote a poem titled ‘Stoned Religion’ and has given me kind permission to publish it here.
I look upon your stony visage in this graveyard,
filled with forgotten souls,
and a heartrending silence fills my soul.
‘Cause in her eyes I see the traditions of my heritage
slowly fading away
Abuela waving a cold egg all over me
trying to ward off evil energy.
Whispers of the Virgin’s name,
bouncing eerily against the walls,
while the rattle of beads pass
one by one under my fingertips.
Visions and voices of angels and otherworldly wisdom,
all part of my deep devotion,
can’t be saved!
My doubts have stoned the Virgin,
and even though we were once friends,
now we are just strangers.
She’ll continue to look to the sky and pray,
while I take the memories of my youthful and put them away.
This cemetery photograph of a frozen Mary statue is my favourite photograph of 2011.
It was painfully cold one January morning when I decided to pay the local cemetery a visit and I was captivated by the frozen cobwebs hanging off her frosted hands.
I love the craftsmanship of the statue as the robes actually look stiff like cardboard due to the freezing conditions and her poor bare feet upon that rock, but there she stands for decades or possibly a century?
To finish off this photograph, I love the other lone statue you can see in the background and don’t the two of them stand out against the boring modern headstones of today?