Before heading home to Brisbane, we paid a visit to the cemetery.
This is the old section of the graveyard.
It had so much patina and visiting was one of the highlights of the whole trip.
A quiet and peaceful place,
with rust and plenty of history.
Two of the family graves we visited.
Sweet Lily placing flowers on a random grave.
So much history. The oldest grave from 1852.
So much time has passed.
Many graves without names or headstones.
Sun faded silk flowers from a bygone era.
A weathered cemetery
with lots to tell.
- if you take the time to listen.
A place for contemplation.