by Kate
In the city, snow subsumes stone. Winter has stolen softly and shifted the surfaces of the world.
Yesterday I wrapped my baby in warm wool and wandered through the snowscape to the nearby Allegheny Cemetery, which is part castle…
part postcard…
and part Narnia.
The statues of the cemetery are stark and stone, blackened by the ages and bespeaking grief…
But winter had wrapped her icy mantle around them, quite literally in this case, imparting a strange sense of warmth and a definite flair for couture.
There is a softness and an elegance and flair about these wintry stoles that I imagine makes it much more comfortable for this young woman eternally reading high in the sky.
And an amusing jauntiness about Justice’s new hat.
All in all, I wouldn’t mind possessing a few items designed by the icy hand of winter…
but for all their soft elegance they may be a bit chilly… so I’ll stick to my warm woolens and downy furs.
Beautiful!
This is stunning and lovely, in portrait and word.
This is a cemetery? More like an art gallery. Your words and images are simply poetic. And that photo of you and your boy, precious.
your photos are beautiful. and i love the Allegheny cemetery, so much. how long were you out there with your baby?
Oh, we were out a little over an hour, total… because then I headed back to pick up the toddler. The baby had a great time on our adventure, I think.