The 2009 Calendar adventures have begun…but not without a little resistance. A cemetery worker escorted us out of Graceland cemetery today. The man said from his truck window, “We don’t do that here. You’re going to have to leave.” I asked if it was because I was taking pictures and he just replied, “That’s just not what we do here. I don’t have time for this. These are real people here you know.” I responded that we had nothing but respect and we proceeded to get into the car and exit the cemetery…with his truck following closely behind.
(I think I got the shots I needed before we had to go though.)
I have to understand that our get-up would make anyone a little nervous in any environment. There was a polka-dot car, Brianna in a little girl’s Victorian dress, the haunted lore surrounding this specific burial we were at, and the “tourist factor” this famous cemetery already has to deal with daily. I am guessing it is a combination of all of the above. (You’ll just have to get the calendar when it comes out to find out who Brianna was modeling next to…this picture is a hint…)

Are Americans too squeamish about death and art to experience a little color? I bet we wouldn’t be bothered in, say, France. Think Day of the Dead ceremonies in the Mexican tradition! That would be blasphemous in Graceland Cemetery! I can’t help but wonder if the “Resurrection Health Care” bus slowly winding its way through the cemetery was trying to be funny, just in a more subtle way. That’s funny, right?
