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As soon as I approached the paddock to take a photo of the ducks they took off and flew over the graveyard behind the church.

This was taken on a frosty morning in Windyer which is out Mudgee way. A repost to participate in Julie's Taphophile Tragics community.  There continues to be a wonderful variety of posts from around the world while my specialty is country Australia.

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  1. freefallingMay 26, 2011 at 7:28 AM

    Not a bad spot for "eternal rest", is it?

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  2. JulieMay 26, 2011 at 8:59 AM

    I agree with Letty. To know that the early morning light strikes a tombstone like that, that the ground is frozen with white frost, that the duck take flight ... that a photographer tippy-toes yet still crackles the blades of grass ... a blissful eternal rest.

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  3. WinamMay 26, 2011 at 1:03 PM

    I like the layers tombstones, the light and the white ducks, who look like little angels or fairies.

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  4. Mary AnnMay 26, 2011 at 6:38 PM

    Yes, this is cemetery style that I like best. The colors are perfect, too.

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  5. diane bMay 26, 2011 at 10:55 PM

    The morning light hitting the tombstones and ducks in flight is breathtaking. (The cold air too i imagine)

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  6. UnknownMay 29, 2011 at 10:37 AM

    This looks like a fantastic graveyard! Love the old stones.

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  7. Gemma WisemanFebruary 7, 2012 at 10:10 PM

    Tall interesting looking headstones! Love how the light seems to turn one to almost gold while the others offer a circling frame of grey!

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  8. hamiltonFebruary 7, 2012 at 10:48 PM

    This looks like another old cemetery that has gotten a bit overgrown!

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  9. JulieFebruary 7, 2012 at 11:34 PM

    You know, I go into cemeteries that are neat, well maintained, easy to get around. And I think they are great.

    I also go into cemeteries that are dishevelled, overgrown, tumbling down, and broken. And I think they are great.

    I love long stems of grass laden with seed bowing in the breeze which the headstones covered in moss, just stand there, erect and mute. I love that contrast.

    I love country NSW graveyards, and I have not touched upon the people as yet!!

    Thanks or directing us to this post. I stand by my original comments.

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  10. Herding CatsFebruary 8, 2012 at 12:42 AM

    Beautiful picture. Such an amazing looking cemetery.

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  11. biebkriebelsFebruary 8, 2012 at 1:06 AM

    That is special to see so much birds flying there. Is there something nice to eat, or do they enjoy the sun.

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