I am not particularly fond of taking pictures in a graveyard, but the other day when I was visiting photographer Dorothy Bohm, at her residence in Hampstead in London, I was well before time and the only place that I found near her home, where I could sit and wait for the appointment was, believe it or not - a dilapidated, old church with a huge graveyard surrounding it! However, I soon discovered that I was not the only person there. I saw another man in a coat, tie and hat, smoking a big cigar, sitting on a bench in an isolated corner of the graveyard. He looked more dead to me than alive as he sat very still, while the vapors of his cigar enveloped his big black hat.
Perhaps he was a roaming spirit with strong attachments to this world or an old soul with unfulfilled desires still wandering about in the neighbourhood. Anyway, it seemed to me a fascinating idea to greet this man and ask him if he was so kind to take some pictures of me! I approached him quietly and coming up behind him, greeted him with a slight tap on his shoulder. He looked at me with his mysterious blue eyes, understandably very startled at my request. Then with an uncanny nod of his head, he hurriedly obliged and took a couple of shots of me, quickly returning my camera and going back to his seat on the broken bench. Later, I realized that his eye-balls had not moved even for a second while he was talking to me, making me wonder if I had actually met a ghost!