I love Recoleta Cemetery. I was there today for the inauguration of the information touch screen and couldn’t resist a quick look round after the event. We’re not talking a […]
I love Recoleta Cemetery. I was there today for the inauguration of the information touch screen and couldn’t resist a quick look round after the event. We’re not talking a […]
Two crosses, two stained glass faces and two years to the day since I posted my first blog entries. I have always liked marking anniversaries, looking back through old diaries […]
The scene was familiar, but with an unexpected twist, as I crossed the entrance to San Juan’s Cementerio de la Capital last week. As in Recoleta Cemetery, more than 1,000 […]
I couldn’t resist the opportunity to write my blog on 11.11.11. I still remember my almost ten-year-old self marvelling at how pleasing 7.7.77 looked and how seldom such a date […]
The image is grainy, but that was my only option if I wanted to portray the angel as she appeared to me, reflected in a grimy pane of glass. I […]
I am a day late posting my Ascending Mary, but I am sure she won’t mind… Yesterday was the Assumption of the Virgin Mary, celebrating her transition from earth to […]
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 […]
Yesterday, British Airways delivered me safely back to England, so in honour of the occasion I bring you my Recoleta Cemetery Flying Mary. Her stained glass window is always open, […]
All the photos I have posted since New Year’s Eve appear at a glance to be almost black and white. With today being Ascension Day – commemorating the moment when […]
I have a photo album that I treasure, with a grey-blue leather cover and thick black pages, filled with the pictures I took on my first visit to Recoleta Cemetery […]
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.