In the 1850’s, a group of Cantonese miners prospected for gold here. Today, no trace of them is left. Only the name of the place speaks of those who once lived and died here. On a hill high over the tiny community, a Catholic graveyard now stands. I photographed it from a distance, juxtaposing towering living trees over the graves of the dead that lie below them. A deep blue sky rising over a bank of white clouds on the horizon gave great beauty to the image, but it was not the mood I wanted. When I converted the image to black and white, the mood changed – the image becomes stark and haunting. The blue sky changes to a gray curtain, descending on the tombs outlined against the distant cloudbank. It was exactly the mood for this image of life and death in juxtaposition.