Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Peaceful Rest

On Sunday after taking the image posted on Monday (Homer Fog Bank), I drove down into the fog heading north to the falls I wanted to see. As I round a corner on to a small road, I noticed this old cemetery on the hill side in the thick fog. I was reminded of a poster I have by Scott Mutter (see image) that shows how small we are in the rest of the world. The headstones are tiny in comparison to the large tree reaching up from the hollowed ground. In another context or time this might have felt sinister to me, but I was really more struck by a feelings of peace, loneliness and quiet. I know a weird mix of things.

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(Where was this taken?)


Anita Jesse said...

I don't intend to be smart or ironic, but this is a haunting image. That tree reaching up forever is powerful.

Beau A.C. Harbin said...

You know I had not thought about how the lines of the tree don't end, but you are right, they do appear to just keep going. Our mind plays tricks like that on us and since there is no actual end in the image we just keep them going. Kind of like when you shoot part of a circle. We see the whole thing in our mind. Thanks.