I spent part of New Year’s Day at the Delungra cemetery. It was kind of a fluke. I was passing on the gravel road, and decided to pay a visit. I had not yet visited and it was a hot, late summer afternoon. I am always interested in learning the local family names of any graveyard-it is a history book of the area. I imagine the brides and young mothers who died far from family, the children lost, soldiers who never made it home alive, couples sharing decades together. The love and the farewell. Click on any image to access gallery.