Photography, Lenses, and Manual Focus
Experimenting with a Manual-focus Lens During a Moody Calm Before a Storm
Old Decatur Cemetery is lost in time
Twenty-five days have passed since I arrived in Decatur, a small city amid the ever-burgeoning Atlanta metropolis. Three full days remain.
I will not miss the Atlanta area in general. But I will miss my loving wife and our sweet cat, Muffin, who will stay behind.
I will also miss Decatur Cemetery.
I have trod the graveyard’s sod and its gravel footpaths 20 times in these 25 days.
The graveyard has two parts: the old cemetery to the south and the new cemetery to the north.
The new cemetery is mown and replete with gravesites from the early twentieth century onward. It looks like any of the dozens of American cemeteries where I have attended graveside services, walked gently among gravesites, or driven past.