A short stroll in the snow through an enchanted landscape filled with fantastic temples, angels, and cold beauties with warm hearts.





A short stroll in the snow through an enchanted landscape filled with fantastic temples, angels, and cold beauties with warm hearts.






Mr. O’Neill is possibly the only resident of the Allegheny Cemetery who is still working at a desk job post mortem. Eugene O’Neill is buried nearby, but not any Eugene O’Neill you know.






Like a forgotten Khmer temple rising out of the jungle, this octagonal mausoleum in the Allegheny Cemetery is partly overgrown, sprouting small trees from its roof. The black-and-white pictures were taken with an old Agfa Isolette, the color picture with a Yashica-A TLR.





Sometimes a camera’s flaws can be used to some advantage. An old and slightly foggy lens on a cheap Agfa folding camera gives the proper air of mystery to these scenes from the Allegheny Cemetery.



Stained glass from a mausoleum in Allegheny Cemetery. Is it a sunset or a sunrise? That depends, perhaps, on what we think of death.


The Winter mausoleum in Allegheny Cemetery is an Egyptian-revival fantasy. The bronze doors show Mr. Winter himself as a pharaoh embarking on his journey through the underworld.
