I have a ghastly passion — cemeteries. I’m fascinated by the way we create monuments to our dead, so can’t resist a stroll past crosses, doves and cherubs in the purest white.
My camera, of course, is always at hand. Taken at the Catholic entrance to the Yass cemetery, I love the visual texture in this image — from the hodge-podge of dead leaves on the ground to the lichen-covered diagonals of the bench, which lead the eye to a background of vertical headstones.
Naturally, this image is the final frame on my roll of film. Have you ever noticed your favourite shots are so often your last? It’s almost as if fate pulls our creativity out just in the nick of time.
My camera, of course, is always at hand. Taken at the Catholic entrance to the Yass cemetery, I love the visual texture in this image — from the hodge-podge of dead leaves on the ground to the lichen-covered diagonals of the bench, which lead the eye to a background of vertical headstones.
Naturally, this image is the final frame on my roll of film. Have you ever noticed your favourite shots are so often your last? It’s almost as if fate pulls our creativity out just in the nick of time.




