Many people find these final resting places eery, cold and sad. I on the other hand, enjoy them immensely. I love the care that people have put into celebrating their lost loved ones. I'm always touched when I see fresh flowers, cherubs and candles on the graves. I sense alot of peace there, in spite of the grief that death brings for those of us left behind. The stone angels are my favourite thing about cemeteries. They evoke a deep sense that we are protected, sheltered and loved - here, and beyond this world.
On my visit last week to St. John's Cemetery near my home, I photographed these three angel statues; they are part of my new collection called Guardians.
'Anguish'
A grieving messenger marks the grave of an infant who died much too soon, many years ago.
'The Prayer'
A winged child looks toward the sky in devotion as he and his twin flank a large family gravestone.
'On My Shoulder'
A beautiful angelic guardian holds two doves-their song brings a smile to her lips.
They too, looked as though they were visiting the stones, pausing every now then to investigate. I could have watched them all day if they had decided to stay with us. Solemn and silent, they moved in and out of aisles and trotted gently, disappearing eventually up the hill into the forest.