Amongst the Angels, Green-Wood Cemetery, Brooklyn
December 16, 2018
Now, whenever it is overcast out, I want to head to a cemetery. The Fort Hamilton entrance to my beloved Green-Wood Cemetery is not that far from where I live. And since it is such a tremendous cemetery, entering through this gate is like entering a whole new cemetery.
And the immediacy of angels is overwhelmingly beautiful… Green-wood is the perfect place to spend a grey Sunday after all weekend errands are done.
Ladies of the mist, like me.
Her trumpet looks like a pool cue.
Fold your hands, child
A heavy heart bows the head
White girl
Azrael, the archangel of death. So I am in explored territory after all. Azrael was one of the first angels I tried to hunt down in Green-wood, though it took two visits to find him. Perhaps because the main entrance I am usually entering is a good mile and a half from here?
Trees beckon in Green-wood, framing paths that you want to feel yourself on. This is my life really: I wonder how this feels.
Misery and moss
The angel who covers her heart is one of my favorite postures. No touch!
Oh, Green-w💗💗 d. Every time is magic.
Perfect place to read a book.
I couldn’t easily find whether or not there is an actual horse buried here.
Everywhere I look I find things to run to.
It’s all about the wings today.
And I’ve been right here, too. This time.
Hang in there.
Bronze beauty
Sneaking up on her
Caught!
This from the main entrance at sunrise… when the R train was down and I walked to work from 53rd street.
Good morning, Green-wood. (Awkwardly) I love you.
Of course I’ll be back… sooner than later. And, finally, with the location of my ancestors on my Mom’s side. My Mom has strong Brooklyn roots.