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England

  • 3.11.2014 • Improvising

    • Alas no scuttling around Recoleta Cemetery for me this weekend, tuning into the All Souls vibe. While I recuperate from a herniated disc, I’m limited to a granny shuffle around […]

  • 15.09.2014 • Recognition

    • Sometime. Some time. At some time this person walked the earth like you and me and is no more. These are the sort of thoughts that ramble through my head […]

  • 31.08.2014 • Attention seeking

    • “I don’t like cemeteries!” I thought, as I entered London’s Brompton Cemetery the Sunday before last. Not true at all, of course. “I need reflections,” I jotted as I began […]

  • 25.08.2013 • As if by magic

    • I dream of being up to date, but I have 4,096 emails lurking in my inbox and seven ‘to do’ lists in my handbag at the time of writing, to […]

  • 9.08.2011 • Blending in

    • All the mausoleums were boarded up with breeze blocks to shield against vandalism, so alas there were no photographs of reflections to be had in an occasional glass door, as […]

  • 13.09.2010 • Natural progression

    • More than a week after visiting West Norwood Cemetery in south London, the backs of my legs are still scratched from the brambles that clamber over the graves. Nature’s barbed […]

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    Julie-Anne Cosgrove

    About me

    I was born in Montreal in 1967, grew up in England and live between London and Buenos Aires. Like many, I came to Buenos Aires to dance tango and fell under the spell of this city where strangers talk to you, tango music seeps on to the streets and the ornate crumbling buildings speak of grander times. I love writing and crafting words – I've worked as a sub-editor for more than 20 years – and taking photographs.