I just couldn’t resist posting a few more photos from the woodlands. Beautiful details.
View from the Holy Cross Chapel in the autumn and in the winter. The hill is the Elm hill – an hill for remembrance. I love the shape of these trees.
The beautifully shaped clock outside the chapel. As time goes by.
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.
lady dandelion 