One of the most beautiful spots in Brisbane to view the jacaranda trees when they are in bloom just so happens to be a grave yard. I used to think that these were exclusive to Australia, but have since learned that they actually grow in many warm climates across the world. But those who aren’t familiar with these trees can appreciate the fact that they are covered in big bunches of flowers that look like bluebells! Which are absolutely lovely to look at until a spring storm comes along and you’re slipping and sliding from standing on them.
I know graveyards aren’t something a lot of appreciate seeing. But I have always been a graveyard enjoyer. They provide such an interesting insight to the past that as a history lover, exploring historic graveyards such as this can be very satisfying. Especially from an aesthetic point of view. I love the way many old graves depict the personality of the individuals at rest within. Some of the graves that caught my eye on this visit was a woman upon whose grave there was an impressive sculpture of a dragon fast asleep on a pile of books. Another was a Gaelic family grave with a stunning, colourful mosaic depicting the origins and stories of each family member interred.
Often visiting a graveyard is similar to visiting an art gallery, with the magnificent stonemasonry, mosaics and stained glass. While I will not be able to afford a home of my own or any real-estate in my lifetime, I do absolutely intend on taking up a small patch of earth and having it turned into art. I have always had a soft spot for crypts and mausoleums. I think mine would be filled with those large kitschy ceramic cats that I collect. Obviously I like to hope I’ll hang around quite a while longer, but I think trying to find beauty in death makes it somewhat more tolerable of a concept. I think it is criminal the way so many modern cemeteries are devoid of any decor and have a grim, utilitarian layout with monuments being not allowed. If I end up in one of those I intend on coming back to haunt the living daylights of whoever put me there.
Wearing:
The Seamstress of Bloomsbury Ruby Dress in Wine
The Little Shop of Gorgeousness 1940s halo hat
American Duchess Marilyn pumps
True Vintage 1930s purse
Mrs Polly’s Lucite black cat brooch
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