'Everything learned has been happily discarded in favour of instinct.’


Mardy’s Funeral

My maternal Grandmother’s name, to all of us in her family, was `Mardy’.  She died in 2004 after a slow decline in her health and the family held her funeral at her rural N.S.W. home, north of Newcastle at Anna Bay, at the farm house we all knew so well.  
As children, my sister and our cousins played in her lush, tropical maze of a garden, chased each other around the surrounding paddocks and lived a myriad of memories that we all knew ended on this day.  
These are a few photos I took of the event.  A sad and odd day filled with the emotions of a formerly close family that had split apart but gathered together for one final time to farewell our much loved and dearly missed Mardy.