{"id":1044,"date":"2021-04-10T11:09:30","date_gmt":"2021-04-10T16:09:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rebeccaflorenphoto.com\/?p=1044"},"modified":"2021-04-10T11:40:38","modified_gmt":"2021-04-10T16:40:38","slug":"1044","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rebeccaflorenphoto.com\/index.php\/2021\/04\/10\/1044\/","title":{"rendered":"Sleeping Beauty"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-1043\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/rebeccaflorenphoto.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Door-with-Vines.jpg?resize=683%2C1024&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/rebeccaflorenphoto.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Door-with-Vines.jpg?resize=683%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 683w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/rebeccaflorenphoto.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Door-with-Vines.jpg?resize=200%2C300&amp;ssl=1 200w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/rebeccaflorenphoto.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Door-with-Vines.jpg?resize=768%2C1152&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/rebeccaflorenphoto.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Door-with-Vines.jpg?resize=1024%2C1536&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/rebeccaflorenphoto.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Door-with-Vines.jpg?w=1667&amp;ssl=1 1667w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 709px) 85vw, (max-width: 909px) 67vw, (max-width: 984px) 61vw, (max-width: 1362px) 45vw, 600px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I saw this door out of the corner of my eye as I was speedwalking out of Rosehill Cemetery. \u00a0 The gates to the cemetery close at 5:00 pm sharp and at 4:59 I was cutting it close. \u00a0I had spent too much time trying to get pictures of a herd of deer having a lovely stroll amongst the headstones. \u00a0As I rushed toward the front gate, I desperately hoped that my watch had the same time as the sexton&#8217;s.<\/p>\n<p>Initially I walked past the door. \u00a0I really didn&#8217;t want to get locked in the cemetery. \u00a0It was a frigid February evening, I wouldn&#8217;t survive the night in cold and I wasn&#8217;t sure that I had the physical prowess to climb over the wall. \u00a0But I knew I would regret not taking the picture so I doubled back. \u00a0I figured if I got locked in, it would make a good story.<\/p>\n<p>I love seeing vines on walls in the winter. \u00a0Without their leaves you can see the beautiful and intricate lines they create, as if someone took a giant marker and drew on the side of a building. \u00a0It&#8217;s not often I see them covering doors. \u00a0This door made me think of fairy tales and Disney movies. \u00a0I imagined\u00a0the vines snaking their way over the stone wall and the door, trapping a princess inside as an evil witch laughs maniacally in the background. \u00a0 Perhaps Sleeping Beauty is behind that door, snoozing away, waiting for Prince Charming to wake her. \u00a0For her sake, I hope not. \u00a0I&#8217;ve been dating in Chicago for 20+ years. \u00a0Prince Charming is not in the area.<\/p>\n<p>Thankfully my story, like any good fairy tale, had a happy ending. \u00a0I got my, picture, escaped the cemetery and lived happily ever after.<\/p>\n<p>The End.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I saw this door out of the corner of my eye as I was speedwalking out of Rosehill Cemetery. \u00a0 The gates to the cemetery close at 5:00 pm sharp and at 4:59 I was cutting it close. \u00a0I had spent too much time trying to get pictures of a herd of deer having a &hellip; 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