Now I don't want you all to think I'm wierd - what with me posting an image from a graveyard yesterday, it's just that today I came across our local cemetary. I was compelled to go in when I saw an old man tending to the graves. I thought it made a poignant image.

I asked the man if he minded me taking his photo, he said it was fine and I took a couple of shots of him wiping clean a gravestone. Unfortunately the shots I took of him have come out poorly, so I haven't posted them.

He was an interesting character and seemed intent on talking to me. He told me that he looked after several of the graves there and helped the grave diggers on occasion. He told me how much it costs to be burried (a lot of money) and how deep they dig the graves depending if they want room for 1, 2 or 3 people (3 is the maximum apparantly). He knew a lot of the people who had passed on and were buried in the cemetary as he has lived in the area since the 1950's.

He also told me about a time as they lowered a coffin in to the grave, it quickly became apparent that it wasn't going to fit and that the grave diggers had been given the wrong measurements and dug the grave too small. They had to send the grieving family to another part of the cemetary while they dug the grave a little larger. How embarrassing. How awful for the family and friends.

He carried on chatting me for about an hour. A very interesting guy.

Anyway, back to this image. I wanted to get the dafodils and a grave in the background to put the statue into context. As it was a small statue I had to lie down on the floor to get this shot. I'm just glad I was the only one there at the time.

I think that's enough of cemetary photographs for now. Still life tomorrow I think.

Geoff.