Spring is almost here. Everything is coming alive again even if the snow still covers the ground. The snow is melting in the sun and the birds are singing. And – the light is here. I love the woodlands. The correct English translation is the Woodland Cemetery, but I prefer to call it the Woodlands – that captures the feel to it better. Poetic and ethereal. A graveyard that feels like a celebration of life and eternity – sounds like a paradox, but it is a hymn to life and those who have lived. Peace and hope. Beginning and end. Majesty and simplicity united. I posted a couple of photos of Woodlands in the autumn here.
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Your photographs are so beautiful! You ought to consider posting some of these at sizes for desktop images. By the way, I ordered yet another Stipula Suprema Grey Pelago, this time with a Fine 14k nib. I just love these pens.
Thank you! I’ll think about desktop sized images – I haven’t thought about it before.
great quality shots.
nice
I don’t know if I’m morbid but I have a soft spot for graveyards. The older they are the more peaceful and I can’t think of anywhere else with so many stories rising up out of the ground.This spot you photographed shows that well.
I don’t think that a soft spot for graveyards is necessarily a sign of being morbid. :) There is a peace and tranquillity – just like in a church. And – just as you write – a lot of stories and fates put to rest there.