The lure of a photographic opportunity is never far behind on a misty morning. I’m lucky to live a few minutes walk from the local cemetery. The oldest part of the cemetery dates back to the 1880’s and looks fantastically eerie in the right light and mist. There are tree lined avenues, old stones, monuments and old Victoria era monuments in the oldest part of the cemetery, bent over, broken and sunk into the earth at odd angles. It really is a great place for some beautiful images.
To me cemeteries bring home my own mortality, we are here for a very brief length of time. Some longer than others. We are all on different journeys but ultimately will are all headed for the same destination.