Mt. Auburn Cemetery, Pt. II

These photos are from the summer, but better late than never...right?

On and on and On

Posting from a cell phone is a royal pain.

I did not expect to feel this strongly, but I miss Wellesley very much. It's hard to believe there's only one semester left.

This winter break marks the beginning of a hesitant job search. It's uncomfortable and exhilarating to be so unsure of the future, but I'm also eager for some degree of stability and routine to return to my life.

That's all this little brain can muster right now.

Mt. Auburn Cemetery

Here are some photos from last month, when I spent a day wandering around Mt. Auburn Cemetery. It was my first time using this camera, and only my second time shooting (expired) black-and-white, so most of my shots didn't turn out, but I had fun and that's what matters, right? For the record, though, shooting in black-and-white is a million times harder than color.

A bit about Mt. Auburn itself: The first "garden cemetery" in the U.S., Mt. Auburn was dedicated in 1831 as a radical departure from the more popular urban cemeteries. The idea was to incorporate the graves into the landscape and create a park-like atmosphere. The space is still unbelievably peaceful, and holds the remains of nearly 100,000 individuals, including Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Bernard Malamud, and Isabella Stewart Gardner. There's also a huge monument called Washington Tower, which, from the top, has incredible views of Cambridge and Boston. I chose to go up, however, at the same time as a huge group of tiny yet vocal schoolchildren, which was both unsettling--I was afraid someone was going to fall--and annoying. Despite the rowdy kids, I appreciated the cemetery quite a bit, and definitely encourage anyone and everyone to visit, should they receive the opportunity.

A well-loved grave

The best I could do; Cambridge + Boston

The Sad White Birch (and Paramecium Pond)

This tree fell during Hurricane Sandy my first year. In typical Wellesley fashion, there was a funeral with music and poetry readings. The rest of the photos are of Paramecium Pond, the birch's quiet resting place.

And yes, I acknowledge that this tree is an inanimate object and was never sentient. I just think it's pretty.

Good night, sweet prince

Trying

Swell

I shot my first black-and-white roll recently, after receiving lots of advice to practice with it. It's more difficult, I think, but the challenge is fun.

This is Wellesley.

Thanks for all the laughs, Jewett walkway.