Stories

 

Most Holy Name

 

A friend and I were out driving one afternoon in the north hills of Pittsburgh in the Fall of 1972, and for some reason, this cemetery caught our eye. I was doing a good bit of photography at the time and, indeed, that may have been the original excuse for the drive. In any case, it caught our fancies and for one image, my friend posed for me as the still living…

 

It is a brief series (15 images), and can be taken ever-so-lightly. But the images also carry a good deal of weight, IMHO. Both individually and as a group. Proceed with care.

 

phillip