When I arrived at the hotel last night in Newark, I knew I only had a short window to capture my portrait for the day. The sun was setting soon, and after that I would be forced to find someone inside the hotel... not my first choice. It dawned on me that there was this graveyard just outside that people have been telling me about. I took a moment to ask the universe for something special...maybe a grave digger or something outrageously cool like that. I changed quickly, grabbed my camera, and headed out into the brisk evening. Walking around the corner, it looked desolate. This cemetery was not your grand kind grassy fields and beautiful flowers everywhere. It was basically a brown patch of land with stones thrown down as pathways between the scattered headstones laid in the ground. There were gaggles of geese pecking at the ground and dusty fake bunches of flowers deteriorating into the dirt. Then I heard something, it was a man working....no, digging!! Oh my God, I was staring across the graveyard right at a real live bonafide grave digger! I think I scared him (ironically) because I made a b-line straight across the yard, stood a foot away and eagerly spat out "hello!!!!" He stopped and looked at me, a bit confused. I said "What are you doing? Are you digging a grave?!" I laugh at myself now, seeing how crazy this sounded. He told me he was replacing an old head stone with a new one. I asked his name and if I could take his picture. His name is Nick, but shyly he shook his head no to the photo. Ugh, I was devastated! A grave digger & I couldn't take his photo! I said "ah ok, that's alright", and walked away, taking photos of the overgrown section around the corner. Walking through the cemetery, I looked up and saw a puff of smoke coming from the building. I knew what it was. I stared at it, watched the black particles rise and disappear into the falling night, wondering who it was, what their soul was like, did it notice me down below watching it leave this world? On my walk back, I noticed a figure walking towards me... It was Nick! Excitedly, (but not too much this time) I said "Hey Nick, how's it goin'?" That was the beginning of the next 30 minutes of electric conversation about exhumations, 911, fear of flying, tornados, and people across the planet from us who look at the same moon... "Isn't that crazy," Nick said, "they are so far away, but we are all looking at the same moon".