My first winter in Tulsa, going on 10 years now, my daughter Kasi drove me out into the countryside. Neither one of us had a destination. She was just driving me around because I love to take pictures of the countryside.
And suddenly we happened upon an old cemetery setting up in a copse of trees way off the road.
She sat in her car and read a book while I walked around with my camera. The old tilted stones fascinated me. I read the names, those not too faded by time and the elements.
I’ve always been drawn to old cemeteries. There’s just something about their history and obvious neglect over time that draws me to them like a moth to a flame.
Every year around this time and through January, I think about trying to find another old cemetery where I can take photos of leaning tombstones. Or possibly that same one if I could recall where it was.
The grayness of the winter sky is the perfect backdrop. The way the branches sometimes resemble arthritic hands reaching up toward the sky.
The other day at Trader Joe’s I was talking to the young man who checked me out. We got to talking about photography, as I’d been out taking pictures, and I mentioned wanting to find such a graveyard.
He told me that he’d been to one with a friend once, an old cemetery that had documentation about the occupants that once lived there. And he thought the name was something like “Prospect.”
If anyone knows about the location of this cemetery in Tulsa, please let me know. Or any other old cemetery for that matter.