I usually keep my more experimental photos to myself, but this one’s calling to me. It has a ‘candles on birthday cake’ brightness to it, which is fitting to mark four years of my blog (give or take a week or two). I can’t believe it’s that long since I uploaded three of my Recoleta Cemetery reflections, not knowing where it would take me.
I found I could write about all sorts of things, from my first advent calendar to my fascination with May Day. I’ve thrown in a few posts on cemeteries in England and the great Père Lachaise. And my photographs have been shown in galleries in California and Buenos Aires, including Central Cultural Recoleta. Plenty to celebrate as I look back on all that.
This image sums up my experience at Recoleta Cemetery: peering into a tomb and finding a surprise, in this case a reflected angel in a fiery light, amid curious geometric shadows. Take a closer look – you might need to tilt your screen – and you’ll see the scene radiates from Jesus on a cross. Now I just have to invent a title for it (one of the best bits of writing my blog)… Angel matrix comes to mind.
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.
Julie-Anne, is it just me, or do these photos just get more and more beautiful? Looking at your photos and reading your exquisite descriptions about them takes me on a warm cozy journey that delights me in the same way that reading the Oxford book of English verse with my grandmother did as a child. Thank you for the gift of a magical momentary escape from my busy day.
Dear Aja, I’d like to think it’s that the photos are getting more and more beautiful! Thanks so much for taking the time to write your feelings about my photographs and descriptions – it means a lot to me. And I have no doubt been influenced by those magical tales we grew up with.