Resting Place

Here's a sombre image.This is a Victorian Cemetary in Halifax and it was, until a year ago, the victim of decades of neglect. The graves were half hidden in brambles. Full sized trees had grown and the whole place had become a kind of mad allegory about life and death. Gone but not forgotten?





Down in the town things are a little better. Here is a gravestone next to the town centre church. Here, the graveyard has been largely cleared, and the gravestones used to pave the courtyard near the church. It still feels a little disrespectful to be walking on the memorial stones.



I was pleased to find this autumn leaf adding colour to the soot blackened sandstone. In fact, the whole church remains in its black un-cleaned state, while all around it has been reinvented as fresh sandstone, as mentioned in an earlier post. As a result of this strategy the church now stands out as black amongst gold...

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