Once I dreamt I lived opposite Recoleta Cemetery – instead of a walk, a half-hour bus ride and a walk away – so whenever the sky turned interesting, I could be there to take photographs.
For four days I was able to do just that at Père Lachaise, having rented a flat with a second-floor view over the spiked cemetery wall. I could track the weather and head across whenever there was a break in the rain – and sometimes when there wasn’t.
I took this on Monday between flurries of wind and rain. Wandering around a cemetery helps me to see things not as they are, but as they might be. And so, my head filled with images of Jesus statues, I imagined a Twig crucifix beneath this precarious leaf.