I’ve finally gotten around to organizing all the photos from my trip to Australia, and I had to send a few your way! If you like these photos and associated ramblings, let me know and I’ll send more pics and another write up next time.
Damn, I miss Brisbane. I was only there a little over two weeks, but I feel like I was disassociating like 90% of the time, so I didn’t really get to experience it. Maybe this is what going for a short time to a new place (AKA traveling) feels like…or maybe it’s my neurospicy brain not dealing.
Either way, I’m already wondering when I can go again, and how to stay longer this time. You’ll know if I’m successful, because I’ll be ranting and raving all over again, lol.
Since I procrastinated the living heck out of planning a proper itinerary, day trips were vibe-based. Luckily I’d mentioned to my brother that I wanted to visit some churches and cemeteries, else I’d never have visited any!
He wanted to know why I wanted to see a cemetery of all places, and I struggled to put into words why…but maybe these photos can help.
Cemeteries have always fascinated me. I can’t remember ever feeling creeped out or scared when I went to one (which happened rarely). I think they’re beautiful in the same way an abandoned building or a decrepit house can be.
Although the cemetery we went to is closed (no new burials), some of the graves had been visited in the past few months. I always wonder by who? Children? Friends? Past lovers?
One grave was nearly overflowing with bright artificial flowers, and the plaque was in memory to a husband/father and wife/mother.
Other unforgotten graves were less extravagant–a single splash of once colorful flowers already faded by the sun.
A stark contrast to the desolate graves of abandoned loved ones.
What was so sad about these was that they had, at one time, been cared for. Gorgeous statues, poetic plaques, ornate plinths…on graves that were now as forlorn as the people they’re meant to memorialize.
Statues beheaded, plaques overgrown with dead weeds, and plinths caving into their coffins six feet under.
So, yeah…graveyards are special places. A reminder of the strong bond between families that can make your heart swell with sentimentality, while just a few feet away, someone once treasured lies forgotten and ruined.
It turned twilight as we walked through the cemetery, but unfortunately the rest of the fam were creeped out, so we left before the fruit bats began their migration…that would have been an epic sight! This is definitely on my list for my next visit. This time I’ll go alone, and make sure I stay until dark 🖤
I’ll be back next week, either with more bookish news and updates or some more pics and ramblings, depending how productive I am this week.
I’m kinda stuck in the place between finishing a series and starting a new one. It’s exciting, but scary, and frustrating all at the same time.
May is going to be a busy one…I have a TON of exciting things in the works.
Until next week!