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.
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.
“And he who has considered all the contrasts on this earth, and is no more disturbed by anything whatever in the world, the Peaceful One, freed from rage, from sorrow, and from longing, he has passed beyond birth and decay.”
Buddha (563 – 483 BC)