Today was a busy one for me, I ended up all over the city on personal and business appointments. I was constantly driving from one place to the next and always getting stuck in traffic and never really able to stop and take a photo (even when the sun did briefly come out).
So it was getting pretty late today, when I finally pulled over and jumped out with my camera on Grahams Road in Burnside. It was getting dark, it was cold, and it was raining, so it seemed like the perfect subject matter.
I find cemeteries quite beautiful places to photograph, though I’m not keen to linger especially when it’s as cold as it was today. I’m not really a superstitious person or scared of things that go ‘bump in the night’ as I can usually think of a rational explanation. But I have not always been that way and could get quite spooked given the right situation. Nearly 10 years ago, I rented a house two doors away from this very cemetery and from the moment I moved in I felt uneasy and like I was ‘not alone’. I tried for months to get a flatmate, but no one would move in. The house had a long corridor and I always felt like I was being watched from the other end of the house. Often, I’d find that several of the kitchen cupboards were open in the morning, after being shut at night.
But the creepiest thing of all, was that on several occasions I was woken up by a voice calling my name.