In the middle of nowhere there stands the old Johnstown cemetery, the old ruins of the church lay wasted along its boundary, as those that rest seemingly stand guard, preserving what has stood silently for over 100 years.
In these stones lay the stories of settlers, in the soil lays the spirit of what they endured. As soon as you step into the place, you can feel it… the struggle and endurance of a simple life, which they cherished as freedom.
May they always rest in peace.
Taken at the old Johnstown cemetery, just out of Kapunda.