Morbid? No!
While down in London to interview Bob Regan, I got the chance to get some of my old photos from my Dad’s house. These two seemed to resonate, as I realise that I’m getting old - my daughter just started school, for god’s sake… The first picture is of some of the estimated 6 million skeletons in the Paris catacombs; I really like this one because of the colours left as the water dripped across them for the last couple of hundred years.
I took the second one summer in a graveyard near my old flat. This roughly made wooden cross, barely taller than the grass, has “R.I.P.Michael 9 months” written on it with permanent ink. Who was Micheal? How did he die? Why no proper headstone? Who made this one?