I normally adore museums of any kind, but I must confess watching three fighter planes for an entire day at the Temora Aviation Museum's "Pacific theatre" showcase last year wore a little thin not long after lunch. So while Justin and our friend JB clucked over propellers and the shark's teeth paint job on the nose of the Spitfire, I ducked off to explore the rest of Temora.
Naturally, I ended up at the local cemetery, which I know most people would find far more boring than a display of WWII mean machines. I'm just a sucker for the monuments we make to our dead — it's the first time I've seen a crying child figure, such a touching headstone. In contrast, the child-like angel is very common ... this one is particularly serene, and I love the red and gold light leak that follows the curve of the monument next to it. That's a lovely trait of my Olympus Pen EE-2 ... the last shot of every roll is usually stained this way and, of course, that last shot is always your favourite!