Fresh From the Graveyard

What happened was, I visited Vancouver’s Mountain View Cemetery, my 7-year-old daughter in tow. It was wet and grey. She was bored so I gave her a camera.

I’m not gonna claim she’s a budding genius photographer; just that a kid with a pretty good camera and no preconceptions can surprise you.

Of course, anyone knows you can make good pictures of flowers.

Seven-year olds are apparently untroubled by fakeness in flowers.

Also, they don’t know that the camera’s supposed to be held level.

And they can’t see any reason not to take extreme-wide-angle shots of an evergreen they’re standing in front of.

She asked “Why is there an envelope there, Daddy?” I told her it was probably a message for John, Irene, Helena, Lois, or Margaruite, but she didn’t really understand.

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