On February 3rd, Glover's Regiment marched to Old Burial Hill to commemorate the life of John Glover on his birthday. I had never joined the Regiment on this annual march and was thrilled to be able to join the procession this year. We started off at Old Town House and made our way up Washington Street. The post-sunset march made photo opportunities difficult and I had only managed a few 'keepers' by the time we reached Old Burial Hill. Once there, Seamus Daly gave a speech over Glover's tombstone and I spotted this potential composition with lamps set on the [...]
Last night, Glover's Regiment met in front of Old Town House before their annual memorial march to Old Burial Hill to commemorate the life of John Glover. I hadn't previously had the chance to join the Regiment on this march and was thrilled to take part this year under cool (but not miserable) conditions. There were two other photographers there shooting for the Reporter and Daily Item and the three of us tried to stay out of each other's shots as we walked ahead of the Regiment along Washington Street towards Glover's burial place. When we reached Old Burial Hill, [...]
I'm curious what you think of today's image of shadows on Old Burial Hill after a recent snowstorm. One of the aspects of shooting with my new Phantom 4 Pro is the ability to capture Marblehead from new angles and perspectives. I captured this image looking straight down on an early morning at the intersection of Old Burial Hill and Redd's Pond. I tried the accentuate the long shadows cast by trees and gravestones at Old Burial Hill created by the angle of the sun and the fresh coat of snow. Let me know what you think in the comments.
So as luck would have it, this image was waiting in line next to yesterday's image of the lifeguard chair on an empty beach. I went back to view all images taken on this day and remembered there was a "smoky sou'wester" that explained this phenomenon. I had never heard the term until a gentleman floating in the waters of Doliber Cove shared it with me. Anyway, this image of a flag planted near a small grave marker at Old Burial Hill came from a walk around Marblehead exploring the foggy conditions. The angle of the sun and fog served [...]
Another image from my outing on Wednesday, February 25. After exploring Brown's Island, Ben and I headed over to Redd's Pond and then walked across the snow covered frozen water to Old Burial Hill. I captured a few images of gravestones buried in snow before reaching the gazebo and taking in this view. You'll have to pardon the pun but I'm sure everyone in Marblehead feels as though we have been buried in snow and here, at Old Burial Hill, that has literally become the case.
This image of fog comes from an outing in July and a walk around Old Burial Hill. I arrived just as the sun dipped below the gazebo on top of the hill and used the structure and fog to help break up the light falling on Old Burial Hill.
Back to the days of fog in mid-July for this image of Old Burial Hill. I had started photographing scenes of dense fog resulting from a Smoky Sou'Wester on Beacon Street at Grace Oliver beach and then walked from there until I ended up at Old Burial Hill and, later, Redd's Pond. As I made my way around gravestones in the old cemetery, I noticed the way the light broke through the trees with the fog accentuating the contrast of light and shadows. I stopped at this point and switched to a vertical orientation to capture the fog and shadows at [...]
The Worm Moon rose on March 7th and I was determined to find a new vantage point from which to shoot it. I had planned on capturing its rise over the house at Redds pond but, as the minutes ticked by and the moon failed to appear, I walked around the pond and eventually up to Old Burial Hill. There I spotted this scene of a full moon rising over gravestones dating back hundreds of years and decided this was the image I should capture.
June 20th turned out to be an incredible productive day. It started on Beacon Street shooting the 'Marblehead or the Real World' sign and then progressed to a sunset shot of Gerry Island. On my way home, I somehow found myself at the base of Old Burial Hill and figured I would wander up as the light faded in the sky. I found this tree surrounded by gravestones and set up to photograph it. Just then, the sky took on an incredible purple hue that grew stronger and stronger. It just goes to show that the sky can continue to [...]
After finding the praying mantis, we wandered around the tombstones until we found this one dated 1690 and holding the body of a gentleman 'aged about 70 years'. My five-year-old son was so enthralled by the skull and writing that he sat there and carefully sounded out each word until turning to me and grinned from ear to ear having read the entire inscription. I just had to photograph the stone at that point.