Cemetary

It's interesting living in a place like Makara where almost nothing is how much there is available in the way of resources. Today just a small scooter ride away is the cemetary which I set off to in the hope of getting some emotional snap shots.

Little did I know that I would take an extra ten minutes getting there because a lock had broken and a gate had blown open in the wind and two shetland ponies had escaped across the street. I didn't think to take any photos but if anyone had taken photos of me it would have been a right laugh.

I'm not experienced with horses at all.

One horse at a time this is how I did it. I grabbed a handful of long grass and thrust it into the horses face, I put my arm around the horses neck in a headlock grab. I pulled the horse across the road and pushed it back into the paddock.

I also had to make sure that they wouldn't run back out while I was closing and tying off the gates. Not my idea  of fun, but living in a small community and all of that someone needs to keep an eye out.

Enough back story, here are the images I took.

 

You get a sense of uniform and symettry

Time shows itself on this unkempt headstone



The small angel juxtaposes wealth and
sincerity with the larger angels behind

Here the cross juxtaposes with the angels behind



I didn't wish to capture any names
in my final images.

I was fixe on these angels, they illustrate
rememberance through ornament.

 



The other images I have taken include a memorial for our pets.

The tree under which a much
loved pet is buried

And what happens to the lot of us when we are buried.






Worms