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death lends a hand
…and so this ends another year of posting daily images. This image is from a graveyard in Scotland; I was attracted to that hand reaching out from the face of the marker holding tight to…something.
And, on another note, today is 18 years since my beloved mom died, after a fall at her house. I usually don’t plan out my posts – they just land where they land – but this year I saved this image from Scotland to post today. It seemed fitting. (Here’s something I wrote ten years ago about my mom and her death. I still stand by every word of it.)
near Duart Castle, Isle of Mull, Scotland
photographed 11.9.2023
his beloved wife
Well, of course I like to photograph cemeteries. And if they are in Scotland and called graveyards and are a lot older than what I am used to seeing and if the day is cold and dreary, then I like it even more.
Edinburgh, Scotland
photographed 11.3.2023
sun ignores the graveyard
While it would have been nice to have some sun shining on these old gravestones, I will admit that it was a lot prettier to see that patch of sunlight across the Sound of Mull.
near Duart Castle
Isle of Mull, Scotland
photographed 11.9.2023
claws
This was in the old part of the graveyard, the part my friend Kim called “Creepytown.” I was glad we were there in the autumn: a summer view from this spot would be very different and less creepy. And way less of something I’d want to photograph.
Carbost, Isle of Skye, Scotland
photographed 11.8.2023
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