Frigid Cemetery Photography

Sitting here typing away on a Saturday morning, waiting for tomorrow’s expected blizzard. I’m between catastrophes, so I have some time to gather my thoughts. These past three weeks of frigid temperatures have taken their toll on my friends and neighbors, who suffered burst pipes, floods, and fires. Over the years, I’ve had my turn in the barrel so I feel fortunate that my biggest challenge right now is where to park my car tonight so that it will be easy to dig out tomorrow. Might need to hit a cemetery in the snow.

The fluffy stuff has slowly begun to melt. I am looking forward to wearing regular shoes. Its been so damned cold with the snow and ice that took weeks to go away, I’d had to wear boots everywhere. Including last weekend’s trip to a couple of cemeteries.

1855 Gatehouse, Mount Moriah Cemetery, Philadelphia

The previous Saturday morning was spent at the volunteers meeting in Philadelphia’s Mount Moriah Cemetery – two hours of meeting time with my toes frozen in the old office building. This ended with a rousing demonstration by a falconer with her owl and hawk - indoors! I often tell people that I do not have normal friends. Normal bores the daylights out of me (to paraphrase the Stones). Prior to that, I killed a bit of time in Lansdowne, PA’s Fernwood Cemetery, a couple miles up the road. I did some frigid photography there.

Stark, raving cold.

In Fernwood, it was 14 degrees with a 45 mph wind. Who knew what the wind chill was (-13 degrees, I think). I figured shooting would be limited as I wasn’t going to be jumping out of the car much. In an ice-covered cemetery, its difficult to compose your masterpiece while you’re trying hard not to fall on your ass. So, a zoom lens and a camera out the car window was my plan. Being out there at the mercy of nature is terrifying but cathartic. 

It was colder than Christmas. Roads were plowed throughout the property, which was quite a feat, actually. If you had not plowed and shoveled the day those nine inches of snow fell weeks ago on January 25th (2026), there was no way to do that a day hence. The sleet and ice that followed solidified the concretion so that nothing could penetrate. Roads and sidewalks everywhere in the Philadelphia area were treacherous for the next three weeks. So why not attempt to navigate some cemetery ice fields?

Far from spring, plastic flowers punctuate the ice fields

As much as I’d like to disagree with Joan Didion when she says that happiness is a consumption ethic, I would not be driving around in an ice-covered cemetery in frigid weather if the built landscape was not there. These monuments are a very obvious form of consumerism, and maybe because of that I find this landscape much more interesting than a field of flowers or a sunset on the bay. To paraphrase the Stones again, let’s do some living after they’ve died.

Looks like one of those old Victorian etchings of a cemetery, right?

However, when you can’t open the car door due to the insane wind gusting across the permafrost, you begin to question your life choices. Torrents of powdery snow in the low contrast landscape seemed like a fast-moving fog monster. BUT, you can always power-wind the windows down to shoot, right? Except – the passenger window stuck about four inches down! I could hear the winding motor straining inside the door. Cold! Snow blowing inside! Fumbled quickly with the electric window lock switch, thinking that I had hit that by accident! But no, the window seemed stuck. I hit the rocker switch both up and down, back and forth, but the window just fidgeted. Like an idiot, I hit the driver’s side window switch to see if that would go down. I was torn between getting the windows open in order to shoot some photos, and having them stuck open.

Silhouette snowscape, Fernwood Cemetery

Fear Factor Fernwood: Now the driver’s side window is also stuck open about four inches and I’m getting pelted with snow! I’m in a sound bath of a howling gale! Prayed to all the known gods - you know, those gods you pray to when you realize in the morning that you left your wallet on the seat of your car overnight?

I put the RAV in gear and quickly drove down the hill toward the community mausoleum, thinking the building would break the wind. I wonder if Andrew Wyeth ever experienced this sort of thing when he would drive to a snowy location in his vehicle, break out his paints, and create a painting on a canvas propped on his dashboard? According to his granddaughter, Victoria Wyeth, her grandfather loved the snow and would have driven right out to capture the beauty of the world after a storm. Absently, I hit the window rocker switches and both windows motored up and closed. Thanks Andy.

Deep sea diver in the snow, Fernwood Cemetery, Lansdowne, PA

I ended up with some images from Fernwood that I really like, some of which you see here. The color images seem less cold than the black and whites, but they do make you feel all the feels, right? I drove around a bit more but didn’t risk getting out or rolling down the windows. This final image was shot through my windshield as a sort of frozen fog enveloped my vehicle like some past-life regression. I finished typing this up on a Saturday, and then Sunday night into Monday, our area has another snowstorm planned. Guess where I’m going Monday after work? So many cemeteries, so little time.

Photographing Cemeteries in the Snow: A Frozen Elegy

Harleigh Cemetery, Camden, New Jersey

Cemeteries are often regarded as serene spaces, where the echoes of the past reverberate through weathered tombstones and ancient trees. When winter blankets these sacred grounds with a pristine layer of snow, a unique and ethereal atmosphere emerges, providing photographers with a captivating canvas to explore.

Calvary Cemetery, Cherry Hill, New Jersey

The snow-covered landscape transforms cemeteries into a surreal and hauntingly beautiful realm. The soft white blanket conceals the intricate details of tombstones, creating a minimalist aesthetic that accentuates the stark contrasts between life and death. Each snowflake delicately adorns the final resting places of the departed, adding a sense of purity to the somber scene.

Calvary Cemetery, Cherry Hill, New Jersey

One cannot ignore the symbolism embedded in the juxtaposition of snow and tombstones. The cold embrace of winter mirrors the inevitable passage of time and the transience of life. Through the lens of a camera, this frozen tableau becomes a poignant reminder of the cyclical nature of existence – a visual meditation on mortality and the enduring beauty that persists even in the face of decay.

Photographing cemeteries in the snow requires a keen eye for composition and a sensitivity to the emotional resonance of the scene. The muted tones of winter provide a natural backdrop that allows the subtle details of gravestones, sculptures, and mausoleums to stand out. Shadows cast by the soft winter light create a play of contrasts, enhancing the depth and texture of the frozen landscape.

The footprints in the snow tell stories of those who have come to pay their respects, leaving behind a temporary mark on the timeless canvas of the cemetery. Capturing these traces adds a layer of narrative to the photographs, inviting viewers to contemplate the connection between the living and the departed. The presence of footsteps also serves as a reminder of the shared human experience of mourning and remembrance.

As a photographer navigates the snow-covered paths, the silence of the cemetery becomes palpable. The hushed stillness of winter magnifies the solitude and contemplative atmosphere, inviting introspection and reflection. This silence, punctuated only by the crunch of snow underfoot, fosters a sense of reverence for the sacred space and the stories it holds.

Calvary Cemetery

The changing weather conditions further contribute to the dynamic nature of photographing cemeteries in the snow. Foggy mornings, gently falling snowflakes, or the soft glow of twilight can dramatically alter the mood of the photographs. Adapting to these elements requires patience and a willingness to embrace the unpredictability of nature, resulting in images that capture the ephemeral beauty of the moment.

Evergreen Cemetery, Camden, New Jersey

In conclusion, photographing cemeteries in the snow is a poetic exploration of life, death, and the enduring beauty that transcends the seasons. The frozen landscape becomes a canvas for contemplation, inviting viewers to reflect on the passage of time and the interconnectedness of past, present, and future. Through the lens of a camera, cemeteries in the snow reveal a frozen elegy, where silence and solitude merge to create a visual ode to the eternal cycle of existence.

EPILOGUE:

Not bad for a Chat GPT generated article, hm? I simply typed in, “500 word essay on photographing cemeteries in the snow,” and out popped this AI masterpiece in a second! It even came up with the title, "Photographing Cemeteries in the Snow: A Frozen Elegy." I just added photographs that I took last week during and after a couple snowstorms in South Jersey. What do you think? Kind of serious and melodramatic - frozen, even, huh? Maybe I should have said, "Make it sound like Ed Snyder wrote it ..."