Picture This, If You Would/Wood

Was a heart carved into the bark of this cemetery guardian years ago?
Can you see the dragon? I can’t look away. Look for the feet…
“P” is for Peace

A few miles west of town and a few hundred feet off of the valley floor, the Creswell Pioneer Cemetery welcomes all comers, breathing or not, for a moment’s rest among a quickly-diminishing forest. The march of time is witnessed by the incursion of new home sites, the living crowding around the dead even in a rural setting.

It’s nice, though, to hear signs of life from up there, to my surprise. Our little cemetery has been a favorite escape of mine for a decade; a park in the forest, a guaranteed absence of heavy traffic. If others of the living are there, space and privacy are given on the loop as people park out of reach of each other’s moments with their loved ones. Once in awhile I discover the headstone of a classmate and am shocked into reality. Not just a distant exercise, walking through one’s home-town graveyard, is it?

I live in a house built more than a hundred years ago on what was a huge lot then a few blocks from town, now long-incorporated into the community. The original owners are buried up here, as are some of their family members. I know living nieces and nephews, great- and great-greats by now, and among my elders now are some who knew the original couple as elders.

I’m always a little jealous of those at their peace, but I’m in no rush. They share the quiet of their resting place, the wind and trees, the chain saw and hammering and dogs barking from down the hill aways, and I take my little photos, think my thoughts.

Life wants to happen, and so does death. Mostly it feels like being on a storm-tossed boat, hoping to see land, but sometimes, ah, like on a Spring afternoon when you can’t tell if it’s cold or warm out and the clouds are threatening then playful, sometimes it’s just quiet and nice and peaceful, like up here.

We get our shot and make room for others to have their experience, and in some places we overlap. Even the future is called up as I wonder about who will be sitting here some day wondering about me, as I sit here and wonder about them?

Author: Photos by Martha McReynolds Jr.

A Local Love Story Martha McReynolds Jr. grew up in Creswell, Oregon, left as a young adult & returned years later, only to finally fall in love with her hometown! Martha’s nature photography is an expression of her appreciation of our shared terrestrial world, & her portraiture a means by which to show others how beautiful they look to her. Woman plus camera plus something indefinable but visible make up the formula for Martha’s imagery. A close view, vibrant blossoms, your smile, & the opportunity to share her vision are key elements of Martha’s imagery. The artist sincerely hopes her images bring you peace, enjoyment & inspiration. Offerings o Original Photography o Creative Portraiture o Group Directory/Badges o Celebration of Life Slide Show/Printed Materials o Commercial Space Décor¬¬ Lease/Sales o Marketing Imagery o Informal Event Wandering Photographer o Special projects welcomed!

2 thoughts on “Picture This, If You Would/Wood”

  1. Wonderful. All the more special because you took me there. ❤️

    On Wed, Mar 4, 2020 at 2:26 PM Photography by Martha McReynolds Jr. wrote:

    > Photos by Martha McReynolds Jr. posted: ” Was a heart carved into the bark > of this cemetery guardian years ago? Can you see the dragon? I can’t look > away. Look for the feet… “P” is for Peace A few miles west of town and a > few hundred feet off of the valley floor, the Creswell Pionee” >

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