Spring time in the cemetary

This is another in the ongoing documentary project I call my father. For some reason and without fully realizing it, I have been creating body of work with my dad as the focus. Perhaps he is a metaphor, maybe I just think he’s photogenic,

Or maybe I’m trying to make up for lost time. Whatever the reason, he’s a fun subject and I hope to have plenty of opportunities to keep him in my view finder.

These shots were taken in the same Whipps’ Cemetery that was featured in an ealier blog entry.

Now it is spring and the daffodils are in bloom. Not quite as laden with symbolism as the dying light of a cool autumn evening, but rather imbued with the hope of rebirth, the fragrant breath of life.

The light was nice too.

©2009 Dan Whipps Photography

©2009 Dan Whipps Photography