I have photographed angels all over New Zealand. Testaments to loved ones dotted all over our country, they are tucked away on quiet hilltops, keeping watch in suburban streets, angels standing as silent reminders of beloved family members who passed long ago.
Many of them are old, and weathered with the test of time. Crumbling, encrusted: I have always thought them more beautiful for the character the years have wrought. In photographing them, it is sometimes about showing the decay, other times about framing only the beauty that is left behind.
Today is an angel day: the anniversary of a passing three years ago. As with the people whose angels I photograph, I did not meet this woman, did not know her myself. But from the beauty of the people she left behind, I suspect she was one amazing woman.