In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Forces of Nature.”
I am a runner. I’m not a great runner. I’m certainly not a fast runner, but I do run so that makes me a runner. It has taken quite a while for this to resonate in my psyche. A slow process of evolution has given me the freedom to proclaim myself a runner. Also it is easier to lay aside self judgments of “You’re too fat”, “You’re too slow”, and “You look ridiculous.” (If any of this sounds familiar I encourage you to read, “No Need for Speed” by John Bingham.)
After a really good run I love a really slow walk just to take in the scenery, the sounds and the smells surrounding me. It was during one of these walks I found myself meandering around the gravestones of people who had long since passed from this life to the next. I wondered who they were and what kind of lives they had led.
What would these, the dead beneath my feet, say if given a chance. It was quite spiritual and most melancholy. And so it was with these thoughts roaming my mind, I took the camera captured these moments in time. I like to call them, Once Upon A Time In A Graveyard Past.