I’ve been sitting on this photo for a week or so, the usual “Shall I shan’t I?”, “Is it good enough?” voice kicking in. I don’t love it, but I don’t think that matters. Isn’t it more about creating, sharing, giving myself something to write about, letting go of having to have everything perfect?

So, last Thursday afternoon, Recoleta Cemetery: my first trip since returning from England, in that settling-in phase between my two lives. I photographed statues and stained glass, but it was the bleak roofscapes that kept drawing me, especially when the sky slipped from fifty-fifty blue and white to mottled grey. I saw a reflected Ghost town of abandoned crucifixes, with barbed-wire scratchy plants poking out.

I stayed until gentle rain on my camera sent me on my way.