The photo shoot at Oakland Cemetery went well. I’ve never been there before, and I was agog at the beauty of it. There were sculptures and a fountain and stained glass windows, bronze urns bigger than me, and beautiful mausoleums fit to make a goth cry.
And the flora! *swoon* There were these huge oak, magnolia, and dogwood trees shading the pathways, and flowers sprouting everywhere perfuming the air. There was also a small, wrought iron gazebo with climbing roses abuzz with bumblebees. Not yellow jackets or wasps, but actual bumblebees–the kind that are as big as my thumb and utterly non-aggressive. We did a few shots in the gazebo and a stray wind knocked one of the bees into my leg; didn’t faze the bee or me. He flew off, I smiled for the camera, unstung.
I’m particularly fond of those kinds of bees, actually. They’re large and fuzzy enough to trigger my “aww, cute!” proclivities. I’ve also got an admittedly cavalier attitude about bees and wasps, which occasionally freaks fosteronfilm out, because I’ve never been stung by one. Pollen collectors and I get along, unlike their blood-drinking brethren, which I kill on sight, as I appear to have a big, blinking neon sign for them which says “Bite Me, I’m YUMMY.” Plus, I’m hypersensitive to their various anticoagulants and venoms. ‘Course, I have no idea whether I’m allergic to bee and wasp stings . . .
Nevertheless, it’s a truism, if I’m outside for long enough, something that I’m allergic to will brush against me, or some blood-thirsty insect will zoom in on me. And, ye verily, I’ve got the red welt on my calf to prove it. The last shot of the day for me was when we were posing around the base of a magnolia tree with lovely ivy creeping around the ground and trunk, and something bit me. I also somehow managed to get a touch of sunburn on the back of my neck, as did dude_the.* But while I understand how dude_the got sunstruck, as his hair is short and off his neck, I’m a bit perplexed as to how I managed the feat, since my hair is well past my shoulders and I’d brought a parasol. And as much as I could, when I was in direct sunlight, I had the thing up. Weird.
Dean, the photographer, is still sorting through the pix, but got me this one as a sneak peek:
Photo by Dean Ansley
Can’t wait to see the rest of them!
* It should go without saying, considering how photosensitive I am, that the parts of me that I could reasonably expect to be exposed to sunlight were liberally coated in industrial-strength, 45 SPF, broad spectrum sunscreen.
– Contract from Tekno Books for the electronic rights to “Honor is a Game Mortals Play” (forthcoming in the DAW Books anthology, Heroes In Training). They’re setting up a deal with Sony to sell electronic short fiction online from their website for Sony’s new e-reader device. Tekno also mentioned they’d be willing to consider other stories, which I took as an amazing serendipity, since I was just dwelling upon making some of my previously published fiction available electronically and pondering how to do that. So I fired off an email to the editor/director person listing some of my stories and their publication history to see if he’d be interested in considering including them. He is, with the caveat that Sony has final approval over content. So I’m sending them along and crossing my fingers.
oakland cemetery is hands down the most gorgeous cemetery i’ve ever been to.
Thanks! And me too. Plus, it was huge! I don’t think I saw even half of the grounds before that opportunistic bug (or whatever-it-was) nipped me.
That cemetery looks pretty cool from the website, I’ll have to check it out next time I’m down there.
Most definitely. Now that I’ve seen it, I can’t believe I’ve never been before. And I’m clamoring to go back so I can experience it properly, when I’m not wearing high heels and a corset . . .
What a *great* picture! 😀
Thanks, Maggie! I think there’s going to be quite a few good pictures from Saturday’s shoot. Yay!
Hey, cool! Good luck with the electronic re-publishing.
Somebody cleverer than I should photoshop a few bumblebees into that picture… you can be the Queen of Bees… “Go, my minions… pollinate! Pollinaaaaaate!”
I’ll pet them and squeeze them and name them George . . .
bronze urns bigger than me
Did you climb into any of them? We want pictures!
Hee! I wonder if I could’ve. Alas, no, the closest I got was leaning on one of them. But there are pictures of that–although there’s not a lot of the urn in the picture . . .
That’s a great photo! I love cemeteries, too, for the same reasons. Especially old ones with lots of big trees. And, yeah, bumblebees… they’re just so cute!
Cemeteries are lovely, especially the older ones. Perfect for getting one’s goth on .