Cemetery Scavengers

Today I watched the broadcast Six Nations Rugby internationals between Scotland and Wales; between England and Italy; and between France and Ireland, each in a Covid deserted stadium.

During intervals I scanned a batch of black and white negatives produced in

Brompton cemetery in May 2008. The second picture features the memorial casket of shipowner Frederick Leyland designed by Edward Burne-Jones.

Regular readers will know that scavenging crows trail behind grazing ponies.

Enlargement of the images in this gallery will offer many of these birds in Brompton.

This is the next set of pictures which were not included in “The Magnificent Seven”.

We dined on a pork rib rack served with Jackie’s flavoursome savoury rice and prawns, spicy and tempura. The Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Corbieres.

Published by derrickjknight

I am a septuagenarian enjoying rambling physically and photographing what I see, and rambling in my head as memories are triggered. I also ramble through a lifetime's photographs

63 thoughts on “Cemetery Scavengers

  1. Love these photos, Derrick! They show details, mood, textures, artistry…and evoke emotions in the viewer. The crows definitely add to the mood.
    Hope you and Jackie are doing well today!
    (((HUGS))) πŸ™‚
    PS… β€œOn a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.” – Bashō

  2. watching sport by remote – must be sole destroying in a way for the players – none of that crowd cheering as they enter a stadium or when they score a goal – nor much income for stadium owners, the additional food/drink/souvenir sellers etc.

    not been reading much of blogs this last week…beginning of week “off” mainly grumpy with technological things – middle fine, catching up with real time thing – end of week “completely off” – but I am getting better.

  3. You are a master photographer. It’s unfortunate that exquisite sunset exposures of the monuments (in your other post) were drained of colour by the publication. While there are certain photos that project the spirit of the exposure best in monochrome, there can be no substitute for the mellowed light at the golden hours, and Nature in its million colours all along the year.

  4. Some beautiful b/w photographs there, Derrick. Do you think that the corvids in “Brompton Cemetery” are perhaps jackdaws? I can’t make my mind up, but they don’t look to have the uniform dark plumage of crows

  5. the black and white rendition is apt for All Souls Day, Derrick. lovely to see crows but sad for untrimmed grass in a peaceful, holy place particularly in the header photo.

  6. I like cemeteries. The older they are, the greater my affection. Like you, I take a lot of photographs. I love the monuments, epitaph, history, solitude and the acknowledgement of our finite time and the honoring of life and remembrance of those who sojourner here before.

  7. It’s been years since I’ve visited a cemetery like the one in your photo collection. To think that for over two years in Guyana, on my way to and from home, I had to ride along the road cutting through the Le Repentir Cemetery, the largest in Georgetown!

  8. I’m glad you got the scanner working again. Similar things happen to me too. I leave things alone for a while and when I go back to them I cannot remember how they work!

    I love your black and white graveyard images. I often wander around my husband’s cemetery,and read the old gravestones. It’s a private cemetery that belongs to the village not the council.

    We have a black cremation tablet, Graham’s ashes are buried in a small casket along with our final notes. The graves and tablets surrounding his belong to people we know, including two teenagers, the sons of two of my friends, one was killed in a car crash and the other hung himself.

    Whenever I visit I remember all these people, it’s a strange feeling, but I suppose that’s what happens when you live in the same place for forty four years.

    1. Living and dying history, Sue. Jackie and I lived for a short time near the graveyard of my first wife, Vivien, who had died more than fifty years before. Visiting it was so poignant. Thanks very much.

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