Almost Dark

This is a scan of an old experimental print, made on double-weight fibre paper, now very dry and brittle, in a dusty, tight roll. In fighting it onto the scanner bed, the emulsion has cracked in numerous places.

I like the cemetery, just as the sun goes down, especially in the fall. It's quiet then, no one else is about, and only the rustle of the dry leaves breaks the profound silence. Old Missus Bogy rests under her slab, the mister is in his box, and the two little Lecompte boys sleep silently along side. Night comes on gently.