Even in the quiet of the cemetery (or perhaps BECAUSE of the quiet of the cemetery) time slows down to a slower pace.
The urge to walk slower, sit for a while, take a grave rubbing or two, or make up poems or songs in my head about the people who I discover remembered here, is great and must be obeyed.
I walk, and walk. The sun comes out and I see her on top of a large gravestone.
She is bowed in perpetual prayer… catching the light.
From: Leonie Wise, All Rights Reserved
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Equipment Used: Canon 5D MkII, 35mm f/1.4