Along the old railroad path pictured in the last post were a few headstones. They were out in the middle of the woods not too far off the path. The woods is private property now and most of it is fenced off. Normally no one would ever see the graves as the leaves would conceal them. But since the leaves are long gone the headstones could be seen. They are a little hard to read but they listed three people:
An infant that died when it was delivered on October 23, 1836
Isabella Sedwick who died March 10, 1848 at the age of 7
and Marion Sedwick who died January 8, 1850 at the age of 15.
I have no idea who the people were, what they did, why the died or why they are buried in a woods and forgotten. But at least they are remembered here. Another note about this is that a friend of mine drove past here late one night and saw a little girl in an old dress running through the field across the road. Maybe it was Isabella.
Today I was able to go home and see my mom. It was nice to be back, but also kind of sad. Our house is officially sold and she will be moving soon. I know I am away most of the time, but that house was home and it was hard to see things being packed up. I had to pack up part of my room also and it was weird. It is hard saying good bye to a place that has been home for years and where so many memories have taken place. The entire area holds memories. The fields, woods, and roads are home too. As we drove back from the new house where she will be moving we saw this burned up combine. It was a prototype that obviously failed quite badly. It was an interesting sight to see. And I sit here and try to form some profound connection between home and a burned combine and I can’t. This photo is just another photo of what I call home and what soon will not be home.
Every now and then I get in weird moods where I want to be alone, with time to think and breathe and walk. Sometimes I’m sad in these moods other times I just want to think. So I drive, look at books, go to parks, and walk through the woods. Breathing in cleaner air. Stepping away from people and into what we came from. Thinking and breathing in and out, in and out.
I love this road. The secluded location of it is comforting. Its not a named road, rather a numbered road followed with a direction, east or west. It winds just as curvy as the creek its paved next to. An old private cemetery sits atop a hill with a single tree that watches the sun set on the back of the headstones.
Tonight I had dinner with part of my family and I got to see Brandy. After we finished dinner, we escaped from the house for a bit and went to find a place to shoot the sunset. We shot in a few old barns and watched the sun turn into a perfect ball of orange fire and fall below the horizon. Then we found an abandoned log cabin in a woods and of course we had to check it out. We walked back to it and started shooting, though we both got a very eerie feeling from the house. It was a short time shooting, but fun.
This photo actually was not taken today. My day was busy today, spent with friends and family and I didn’t have a chance to shoot. So I’m using a photo from yesterday. Today was another gorgeous day and I did spend some of it in the Ecolab. This is one of my favorite spots in the Ecolab. There’s a little group of ceder trees and some of them bend over the boardwalk and create a bit of tunnel. I love cedar trees. I love the way they look and smell. They always add a special element, some special feeling to a woods. They fit with the trees, yet they stand out and add something new. They help make up the woods, yet they are unique from all the other trees. They’re beautiful.
Spring is finally getting here. The weather is getting warmer, trees are budding, the birds are singing courtship songs, and flowers are blooming. I got to spend some time in the Ecolab today shooting flowers and looking for birds. It felt great. And I found these little violet flowers covering the floor of the woods. They’re so beautiful. It felt nice to be shooting flowers again, with the sun shining and the birds singing.