Jess LeClair Photography Blog

I have always loved cemeteries and graveyards.  Some people may find that strange or morbid (or a slightly pathetic attempt to be goth).  A friend told me recently that she finds it disrespectful to be in a cemetery when you don’t know anyone there who has passed.  She felt that cemeteries are for the grieving and as such, should be left well enough along.  I disagree.  Cemeteries are for the grieving certainly, and must be approached with respect, but they are also a place where people go to remember the people they love.  Cemeteries for some act as a place they can go to be near the ones they have lost.  People put up beautiful monuments to honor the love they have that lives past death.  And people can do some pretty cool things when they love.  So grieve, yes, but remember and love, too.

There is also a slightly sentimental part of me that feels sorry for the stones of people who died so long ago that no one living remembers them.  So I visit them to make them feel less lonely.  Silly, maybe, but I find it leaves me feeling very peaceful to walk among the monuments to the dead.

Anywho.

I’ve mentioned before that I lived in Ireland for the first half of 1999, while attending the Burren College of Art (see the post about my friend Alahna). One of the projects I worked on while I was there was a photographic study of the local cemeteries and graveyards. More specifically, the things people would leave on graves to remember their loved ones.

The things I found most often were these little globes. Filled with a small plastic religious icon (Jesus, Mary, and Joseph were the most common followed by any number of saints and holy people), water and fake flowers, they were simply every where.

Each slightly different, each beautiful and eerie in its own way.

The graves themselves were often covered with gravel and/or small colored stones (the kind you’d find in a fish bowl, only slightly larger) instead of grass.

Some had been there so long they’d broken or simply just rotted away.

This was one of the last photos I took while photographing the series. I’d seen other graves with a small stone platform, low to the ground, with an elegant engraving encouraging the visitor to “Kneel and Pray”. This family must have simply run out of money for the professional engraving, but wanted the sentiment nonetheless. The idea that their love and faith was stronger than their lack of money was moving to me. In fact, I found the image so powerful that it became representative of the whole group of images and I eventually used it at the title for and main image of my senior show at Brown.