It's been a heavy day. I'm ploughing on with my dissertation which is about whether contemporary photography can help us deal with the prospect of death.
Today I'm almost through with Chapter 2 - which tracks the history of postmortem photography, traditions of mourning, right up to the photographic shrines that were documented after the 9/11 tragedy.
I'm tired.. death has permeated my cells today (it feels like it anyhow) and then, the postman arrived.
Ohhhh I jumped up and ran, it could be my missing portfolio (which incidently is still f**king missing in action) only to find I had a letter from the RSPCA, offering me a place in their animal cemetary (well, not me.. one of my pets.. apparently it raises money for animals in the process)..
Funny... all the death/photography/post mortem pics and I was ok-ish.. and then seeing a brochure for a pet cemetary just brought me right down.
I can see that I am going to HAVE to have a glass of wine tonight, and put a comedy on!