Captured and printed with my phone and published to Instagram, these photographs of a historical cemetery near my home in Northern California have been coming to mind lately. The graveyard rests upon a hill among an old grove of trees. I’ve been walking and photographing there since I moved several years ago.
“We would rather be ruined than changed
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.”
W.H. Auden (1907 – 1973)
They tried to sign him to a contract, recording that is, a long time ago, my grandfather, he refused. Said, if you want to be exploited, become a musician.