Well, it’s been a while. But have I got a great photo essay for you! I was able to visit somewhere I’ve always wanted to see this Saturday, and it did not disappoint! Old Sheldon Church was originally built around the 1740’s, but was subsequently burned down by the British. It was rebuilt (new roof, interior) in the early 1800’s, but then the Yankees gutted it during the time of Sherman’s march. Now all that is left is the nearly 300 year old ruins, and it is a special place here on Earth. I can’t really tell you why, but there really is something amazing about it. I’m not sure if it is a reminder of what once was, all the emotions that have been felt on those grounds… the numerous weddings, funerals, services, tears, laughter, pain… or the sense of feeling just a tad bit closer to something or someone much larger than yourself. Or maybe, it’s both. Go visit. Then you decide.
Fun Fact: Occasionally services are still held (Easter and Christmas) and weddings are also booked here because it is still considered a church!
All photos taken with Canon 6D and 24-70mm f/2.8L II lens, enhanced in LR5.
One of my most recent adventures was last Sunday. Instead of church, we found peace and spirituality in another, more unusual place. We participated (somewhat) in the Rose Hill Ramble, which is held every Sunday before Halloween. It was a large group of people and one man with a megaphone wandering through Macon’s largest historic cemetery (and one of my personal favorites), Rose Hill. I’ve been known to ramble through Rose Hill in years past with my old Canon Rebel XS. The intentions were good, but it was difficult to hear, and people’s heads were interfering with my photo taking. We wound up wandering off from the large group and my creative juices started flowing. I took a few shots and threw them in Lightroom to play around with the colors/contrast. I feel like in old/abandoned/cemetery photography, there is a little more leeway for creative edits… as long as they are not overdone. I’ll go back one day when it’s not as hot… and I can drive my car. 🙂
Here’s what I came up with…
Lord knows I love a creeping vine on a tombstone.
There is something so beautiful and peaceful about the Son and the sun…
John B. Ross, another famous occupant of Rose Hill. An 8 year old little boy who aspired to be a fireman when he grew up. Read the blog post about him by Stephanie Lincecum HERE.
Ellen Gertrude headstone. 9 year old girl who died in 1859 from Scarlet Fever. Stephanie Linececum of Rose Hill blog wrote about her, READ HERE.
Dr. Robert Collins family plot statue: read about his wife and her sister HERE. (Great history lesson!)
Dr. George Pierce Gostin, M.D. headstone. Died in 1912, age 60. It reads: In my Father’s house are many mansions. If it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
Which one do you like best? Tell me what you think…
On a side note, the 24-70mm is a beast. It’s so sharp and intuitive. I can’t tell you how glad I am that I finally took the dive and bought it.
All photos taken with Canon 6D and 24-70mm f/2.8L Mk II lens with UV filter & hood. Edited in digital darkroom.