i've never been a fan of anything "creepy". I once had an assignment where the purpose was "creativity", and it's kind of hard to stand out in when 15-20 other students are shooting the same things at the same location.
i like flowers (probably more than i should, but i LOVE flowers.) as i was walking around this cemetery - alone i might add - paranoia began to sat in. when i'm paranoid, i tend to look down, focus on my footsteps, and try to make the best of the current situation. as i did, i started to notice all these little flowers at the foot of these countless headstones. my classmates were off shooting the headstones and various other details the cemetery has to offer, but i fell in love with these little, white flowers.
white is known to represent purity and rebirth and i found it ironic that these plants were thriving in a place full of death. here i was, surrounded by death and decay, and yet, from the conclusion of one life, new ones sprout pure and reborn.