No, I am not being macabre, not my style really. But this series of photographs are putting me in a mind of a funeral of sorts; you know, the black vibes one gets when one stares and takes in a garden that was alive only weeks before, full of colours, vitality and joy. And when that garden stares back at you now, bereft of almost all the life it once had, well, that’s some kind of food for one’s thoughts. Because this is life really, a trip that ends at some point in time. Sad, but there is the ultimate truth, I believe.
This feeling of sadness was the reason I took my Nikon F4 with a 50/1.2 lens and a roll of Ilford XP2 and I stepped into the realm of the dead flowers, gone colours, withered stalks of yesterday’s pride and joy of my better half. And I do hope that the photographs here are showing my feelings that morning. Not that I want you sad too.
But life has the habit of renewing itself, every time finding a way back. Seeing how stubborn the leaves and dulled greenery are clinging to life, I already am eager to see this garden bloom again, full of colour and life.
