you have your day work, then you have the work you do after the work is done. the day work pays your way to do the work you do when you’re not working. my work after-work is usually involvement in some kind of theatre. and now my after-work work is going to increase ever so slightly as i have been promoted from assistant director to actual director of the next noble production. but this work is rewarding. it almost always is, or else we wouldn’t even bother.
so in the diminished hour between actual work and the later work, i stole some time to indulge my curiosities. somewhere north of the river and just south of the krispy kreme (of roswell), there is a small cemetery. it is distinguished by it’s terraced survival in light of the four lane highway running right up against it. cars are always running somewhere and nowhere, up and down alpharetta highway (or roswell road or atlanta street, take your geographically particular pick), but this place just seems to remain in its own carved away square block of frozen time. the name is not evident from any signage, but a little research reveals that it is called simply the presbyterian church cemetery.
and so i captured a few images in the midst of the late roswell rush hour. take a look.
