Monday, January 15, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
There's an old African American graveyard behind my building in Houston. I love walking through graveyards. It goes back to when I lived in Colorado as a wee and we used to go walking my cousin's crazy dog Charlie through the Canon City cemetery. When you are a kid cemeteries still have that holy/spooky/reverent/mysterious/mystical aura to them. Now they're just beautiful.
Anyway, I was walking through the cemetery behind my house a few weeks ago and found this framed picture of a trumpet player randomly leaned against the fence. It struck me as a wonderfully out of place yet perfect accent to the surroundings. All graveyards should have artwork beyond the monuments.