A little something to remember me.

In Tibet a sky burial understands the body is a mere vehicle in which the soul travels whilst here in the west it has always intrigued me the extent to which we want to be remembered. A hundred metres away the graves of unknown paupers and babies.

Minolta A9, Fomopan 100, Minolta 50 mm f1.7, Spur Acurol-N

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