It was a beautiful May Saturday in Aberdeen . . . a good day for a walk along the River Dee with my camera. Along my route I passed the Allenvale Cemetery. 'Great,' I thought, 'a chance to shoot some black and white photos in the moody old cemetery.
It was an interesting old grave yard and the ground was carpeted with blossom petals. A nice subject for B&W.
Wonderful compositions to be had here . . .
Nice contrast and deep shadow. Pretty. But what was I thinking? The colors were incredible . . .
PINK!
Wonderful Pink Blossoms!
The further I walked into the cemetery, the more beautiful it became.
A carpet of pink and green.
I was stunned into silence amid the pink spaces of death. And I was not alone. There were five other quiet, openjawed photographers moving like cats among the headstones.
Yummie light.
Gorgeous.
Stunning color.
The Celtic crosses were wondrous.
The morning clouds burned off and the light became sharper. It is a strange experience to stumble upon a grave marker with your family name on it. I have relatives named Agnes and William . . . I wonder if these were distant relatives . . . my father's side of the family were Scots.
I left Allenvale Cemetery and walked across the road to the River Dee Walk.
Walking paths and bike trails run for nearly 100 miles from the coast of the North Sea all the way up into the Highlands along the banks of the River Dee. Aberdeenshire is an outdoorsmen's paradise.
A stone building, used as a snack shack during summer months, had a fine green steel shutter.
I walked a few miles along the River Dee Walk to the Bridge of Dee (1527) and turned into the city back home.
The view on the way home was wet, cold, and amber.