AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)


Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Presence in a Cemetery

For this TT post, I decided to break away from my usual research indulgence and consider the whole "context" of one cemetery.
This is a view of Flinders Cemetery on the southern end of the Mornington Peninsula..
Each time I have wandered here, I have felt the trees add a distinct "Australian painting" presence.

The trees seem like grand mothers, gently nurturing the souls who rest here.

A soft, quiet place
Where the white boughs of Nature
Are the earth angels

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Sherry Blue Sky said...

Gemma, what GLORIOUS photos. Those trees are so beautiful and I love you naming them earth angels.

VioletSky said...

The trees are almost overpowering! It feels very much like a park with the odd stone monument poking up every now and then.

SeaThreePeeO said...

Such a baeautiful place!

Beneath Thy Feet

Julie said...

Yes, Gemma, good to focus on the landscape for a change, although I do adore the history that you unearth ... so to speak.

More and more of the cemeteries through which I meander, have this idyllic rural framing to them, with sushing branches, and tumbling water and the call of Butcher Birds.

Wonderful, totally Australian, post.

Gattina said...

It seems to be a very old cimetary and the trees are really beautiful !

CaT said...

yes, gorgeous trees!
just last night i was looking at some pics of cemeteries that also included trees but then decided on the flower-grave... perhaps next time!
you are right that they add something to the place....



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