Henny Penny enjoys a cuppa tea on the balustrade along the beachfront. Flask like a monument to the day, before turning our back on the ocean and enter the graveyard.
I stumbled and just about smashed my skull on the marker beside the tree. A shock when I saw my name upon the stone (see second photo). Wondering if walking among the dead was a good idea today.
Needed comfort, so headed for a coffee shop and was snubbed by a proper photographer because his takes 'real film' not fake digital pictures. I told him I shoot an Argus on my days off, he harumphed and went back to his smartphone. Henny Penny peeked at his pentax and saw it was set to automatic. Such a petty thing, but it made us feel better.
Today's exercise: take my time. I'm nervous making photographs in public, so I rush and fail to capture what I see. On the way back to the beach, we saw a grave dresser (third picture). Henny Penny wanted to get in, but I liked it better as we found it. I made myself take time and ignore the humans that passed by. It was difficult.
Couldn't find Emily Carr's grave so we'll have to go back and try again.