Cemetery, Christchurch. May 2008. AjrI love the contrast in this scene – the solid, sombre orderliness of the grave stones and the colourful, fluttering dishevelment of the autumn cherry trees. At the risk of sounding intensely morbid, I can spend hours in cemeteries. I find them deeply contemplative places filled with unspoken histories and poignant comments on life and death. And like many writers, photographers, artists, I find a wealth of inspiration in their ‘quiet solitude.’
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