I spent some time with one of my favourite photographers at a local Russian graveyard this week. It sounds like a strange idea and it certainly was eery, but it  proved to be a place of peace and absolute beauty and hence ideal for photography.

Thanks to my wife for the great birthday present, I just hope a little of his talent rubbed off.

The picture is dedicated to Private Kozma who never lived to see his 40th birthday. (My Russian is non-existent so if I’ve misspelt his name please let me know)