
Just 2 weeks ago, in the day of the dead (All Souls´ Day) we went to the cemetery to take pictures and help a friend to do an essay about anthropology. A cemetery is always a scary place specially at night time, is well quiet, is a place for respect and introspection some times overacted. For me the most scary part is the solemnity (or extra solemnity for nothing).

Nevertheless, it just pop the image in my mind about the graveyard abroad. Where in a totally different contexts we went there in some sort of picnic mode, to chill out, have a drink, have a drag, listen music…

While here lots of people at that day go to the cemetery to talk to their families, leave some toys for a kid over the tombstone, drop some alcohol over the grave and get a little drunk, and eat some with your relatives. The contrast, the distance, and the analogies of the rite related to interaction with people in certain places under certain contexts still blows my mind.
And I just remembered my adventures in photography with AM there, and fooling police guards.

