Tuesday

Red Rose Reflection

Places decay without people, and the village of Murringo in the Southern Tablelands of NSW is the perfect example. Teeming with horse thieves, bushrangers and gold prospectors in the 1850s, it’s now so quiet you can hear the run-down buildings groaning for restoration.

This image from the local cemetery suits such a lawless history — it must be a veritable boot hill! I love the refection of the red roses in the headstone … the fine polish creates a seamless optical illusion.

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