It’s no secret that walking is my favorite form of exercise. It used to be riding my bicycle. That was a different period of my life when I enjoyed hurtling along the bike path feeling the ocean air against my face. It was a feeling of joyous freedom and I couldn’t imagine ever giving it up.
The day came, due to numerous injuries, mostly from running, I had to surrender my bicycle. But I don’t mind. I’ve always enjoyed walking anyway.
Walking is a whole different spiritual experience from riding a bike or running. It slows everything down and allows for an in-depth inspection and appreciation of the world. Now that I am “back” into photography…. not that I ever really left… riding a bike or running doesn’t correlate with carrying a camera. I enjoy stopping and looking. Really looking at the details.
On Sunday I was a little down for various reasons… I didn’t have any plans (which is not a bad thing) but I couldn’t shake the feelings of doom and gloom hanging over me. I had various choices: stay in bed all day, time how long it would take to consume a whole bottle of vodka, binge-watch episodes of a TV show on Netflix… you get the picture… nothing hit me as being satisfying.
I know the best medicine for me is always to get dressed, pick up the camera and go outside for a walk. As I needed to take care of some errands that required driving my car (most of the time she sits in the garage while I take public transportation) I decided I might as well visit Holy Cross Cemetery, a short drive from my house in Culver City. I used to live within a short walk but now it’s really too much of a haul on foot, even for an intrepid walker like myself.
Not to seem too morbid but I enjoy the peace and solitude of the cemetery. It is beautifully landscaped with some good views of the mountains, ocean, etc. No matter what kind of crazy mood I am in I always leave there feeling glad to be alive. Grateful I am above ground and not under it.
On other days I’ve taken pictures of the landscape, the views and the grave stones. On this day I had my 60mm macro lens on my camera. There are some amazing tree trunks in the cemetery so I decided to concentrate on those.
I appreciate abstract art. Mother Nature seems to enjoy it too.
I never tire of looking at them. And as I didn’t have to be anywhere in particular I was able to take my time standing and staring at these wonderful works of art.
Whenever I spend time at Holy Cross I tell myself I must come back more often. And then I don’t. But I know it is always waiting there to offer an oasis in the midst of a harried day.
Okay, I must come back more often!
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