Wednesday, 5 June 2013

I Don't Do Sunrises


From our house, a winter sunset (I don't really do sunrises).


Friday night's detritus on the inlet Saturday morning.

This is where you wish for karma for the culprits. A rubbish truck returning the favour and dumping all their rubbish right back at them, over their heads, comes  to mind. Nothing too subtle.

 

A tornado-shaped cloud only ... not the real thing.


A badly-peeling eucalyptus. (Above Logan Park, Dunedin).



An angel on a headstone in Dunedin's Northern Cemetery, the trusses of Dunedin Stadium in the background providing a wing-like echo.


One of the very hefty trees in this old cemetery, where many of Dunedin's earliest (first) settlers were buried.
The cemetery is historical, with the old graves in the main left to fall to ruin among the trees and paths .


The bottom part of the cemetery is largely sunless - it is dark, damp and shadowy, the graves green-edged with moss.
There were a number of tui and bellbird up in the tall old trees.They added cheer and kept  us company as we wandered around.



The following information is from the Northern Cemetery site: 
'Moving through the cemetery grounds there are noticeable differences between some very ornate tombstones and memorials and some areas without headstones at all. This is no coincidence and relates to which class in society the occupants belonged to. The cost of a plot in 1872 varied between twelve shillings and sixpence and ten pounds. This scale depended on both class and status of adult or child. The ground occupied by the first class plots is more easily accessible and generally flat, whereas the third class plots are difficult to get to and to maintain.  First class plots are generally filled with prominent people and reflect the architecture of their worldly residences with lavish and dominant headstones.  These sites tend to be on top of the north side of the hill.  Second class plots are at the bottom of the hill in the gully and third class is made up of children and paupers.'




The silent graves hold their secrets.


One of the headstones had been cleaned up, giving new life to the fine celtic designs.




Arguably, the crown of this old cemetery is the refurbished Larnach tomb - (William Larnach having built Larnach Castle, a Dunedin attraction).




Karma comes to mind again, for this tomb scribbler.


The University area is also in North Dunedin. We walked past this typical row of student flats, remarking on the line of new-model cars parked outside. The flats looked just the same as when I was a student here, except there wouldn't be that many cars. Some Vespas maybe and a few older or cheaper model of cars of the time; such as VW beetles. Also, they would be parked side-on, no parallel parking necessary back then.
Wandering around a cemetery is a sobering experience, but in a twisted kind of way, it helps you feel good to be alive - even if your car is much older than all the students' cars.

5 comments:

Katherine Dolan said...

I like cemeteries. Used to run through this one every day, so it's nice to see it from Kay-eye view.

There's something incredibly poignant about the idea of "First class plots" in 19th-century Dunedin.

Theanne said...

I too like cemeteries...so enjoyed your photos of this beautiful, calm place. thinking about the people who are buried and their lives, happy sad? never have understood why people fell compelled to just drop their garbage wherever they are...Mom did teach me that...to take my garbage home and put it in a garbage can! it's interesting about new cars...when Don and I were traveling I began to notice that there were very few older beat up looking vehicles on the road...it fact they were downright rare! interesting phenomena! enjoyed your post Kay!

Kay McKenzie Cooke said...

Katherine - yes it did give me a pang that whole idea of so-called egalitarian NZ applying separatism to the graveyards. It would be a great place to jog through every day. :)

Theanne - The old cars are disappearing here too - ours isn't too bad ... the air emmissions mean no more old (what we call) 'dungers'.

richardg said...

And where were the old couches outside the student flats?

Kay McKenzie Cooke said...

Richard - They are still to be seen in front of some flats, for better of for worse.

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