Strolling in the cemetery; masks

After days and nights of pouring rain, the deluge stopped for a few minutes this afternoon before it was time for me to return to my apartment, so Sue and I headed for the cemetery, less crowded than the parks. Everyone we saw was wearing a mask. I sneaked this one of her shielding her eyes from an unfamiliar brightness in the sky. I think some call it sunshine.

Speaking of masks, I'm curious about people's reactions to Sue's ceramic ones, and I've posted two views of another of her masks in the Extras, wondering if this one is less disturbing, or if all masks are disturbing. Is it an uneasiness we feel about masked people? Is it a discomfort with death masks? Or is it that some masks are a little bone-chilling or intimidating? What makes a mask disturbing? 

I loved WalkingMarj's photos during the Venice Carnival. Are those masks unsettling? Mardi Gras masks? Halloween masks? I've been involved with masks for much of my adult life, from Noh and Kabuki theatre masks, to African masks, to playful masks and theatre makeup. I also used masks in gender workshops, helping actors work with body language and ways to play with gender in theatre and explore the ways our learned patterns of gender-signaling limit our ideas about "acceptable" movement. I'd love to hear more about people's reactions to masks.