Can you tell I've gotten my photo mojo back this week? Last weekend I had a camera glued to my face most of the time it seemed, and I've been weeding through the pics over the past few days, picking out the ones I like.
On Saturday I had a wander around Camperdown Cemetary, just a few blocks from my house. It's mostly 19th century graves, and I was sad to see that it seems to be in even worse repair than last time I was there. They are doing work on the place, but progress seems slower than the rate of deterioration right now.
I don't find cemetaries depressing, maybe a bit melancholic when you see the young ages of many of the 19th century internees, but mostly I find them peacefull. I don't really care what happens to me after I die, burn me and shove me in a cardboard box for all I care. I do love the old fashioned carved stones, and little personal messages on the old graves though.
Interestingly, Sydney is running out of space for traditional cemetaries, so maybe the cardboard box might become a real option?