Heptonstall is the oldest part of Hebden Bridge, built several hundred feet above where the main town now stands. Its cemetery is home to the town’s most well-known deceased resident, Sylvia Plath. This part of the churchyard, located between the 19th century church seen here and its ruined, 15th century predecessor, is a Gothic playground of tombs that is always good for a photo.
A bit blurred, I know, but I like it anyway, and seeing as Casper’s christening was the main event of the day, I should pick a shot directly related to it. He is the son of my cousin David, pictured here holding him, and his wife Emily (to right). Well done to them all, and a nice day was had.
I can never remember though, does this make Casper my second cousin? Or first cousin once removed? I pass.
This is St. Stephen’s Chapel, part of a complex of buildings that comprises the centre of Catholic worship in Brisbane. The main church is to the right, just visible at the edge of this photograph. I like the way this looks like a little baby church, or a kind of shrunken one, too small for the lawn it’s on and the city around it.
Was determined to present a photo that wasn’t ‘festive’ – not that I am anti-Christmas, I just fancied hitting a different theme. This shot was taken during the short walk we did in the early afternoon, a nod to the desire to get some exercise among the eating and drinking, and is altered slightly by the rain in the lens but not spoilt, I think. No White Christmas this year, though we have had some in recent years.
Anyway – a happy Christmas to you all, wherever you are and whatever your weather.
