Grave Reflections . . .

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The following shots are from the same stolen afternoon out a few weeks ago now on which all the bright yellow rapeseed was photographed. Immediately adjacent to the glowing yellow fields, so bright with Spring life, I found a cemetery hidden there on the hillside. And as you know by now, I am not one to resist the siren call of the silence in such places, where one can quietly think grave thoughts.
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This first is the wall at the back of the graveyard which sides on the yellow fields . . . (and if you'd like to see a truly magical interpretation of some similarly yellow fields in Romania, just click here to transport yourself across a Floating Bridge of Dreams . . .
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The children's corner of some cemeteries is always particularly poignant. Leaves me feeling lucky to have survived as long as I have, and to consider each additional day a gift . . .
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A renegade pansy had somehow seeded itself in one of the paths through the place. A very deep purple . . .
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A detail of the above . . .
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I've never seen an "unknown soldier" tomb in a small villages cemetery before, this is a rare occurence. In some of the large national military cemeteries the "unknowns" abound, but in a tiny, civil cemetery, this is the first I've ever encountered. I wonder how he ended up here ? From which war ? Who was he ? And somewhere does someone yet grieve for him ?
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On another part of the outer wall there was a fading memorial from WWI . . .
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A close up of the face, before he's lost forever. Already the name is gone . . .
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