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It’s not that I love spending so much time in cemeteries… it’s just that they are so photogenic. Thi sis another from the old part of Auckland’s Waikumete Cemetery in West Auckland. Perfect place to bring a blanket and a picnic lunch.
Thirteen used to be my lucky lucky number, ever since I was 7 and put a dime on the wheel at a church bazaar and it won - and I walked away with a cool $1.30 which was a considerable amount when you think a Nestlé's Crunch Bar cost five cents.
But I've got to rethink it... this year's been crap - troubles, illness, heartbreak... I'm half thinking those half-crazed Mayans might have been half right - though I don't half know about what.
Taking suggestions for sure-fire cures for angst, ennui, hospital stays, strict diets and other people. And any other good advice is always welcome.
Didn't get the palomino I was hoping for in 2012, definitely no Nestle's Crunch in 2013. What do I want from this year??? From the OTHER half of this year...
Titirangi Storyteller
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That’s a really pretty cemetery picture. It looks like something out of a dream.
Trinity River
16/06/2012 at 1:49 am
thank you… I really do love photographing cemeteries… they have so many moods…
Titirangi Storyteller
17/06/2012 at 12:06 am
I love the green hue of this one.
And I thought that I was the only one to stop and stay a while in cemeteries, with a sandwich and a drink.
poietes
23/06/2012 at 7:49 am
Yeah – you, me and a whole lot of friendly goth-types… oh and joggers and dog-walkers. And the curious, the bereft, the lonely and the lost… not to mention the dead.
They’re very busy places, that just go about their business very quietly.
Titirangi Storyteller
23/06/2012 at 2:01 pm