Sometimes life gets in the way of work. Sometimes the two cross over. And sometimes, you find beauty in the strangest, most difficult of places. I took this photo last week during a very personal moment, while visiting my grandfather’s grave just after his three month memorial service at a Greek Orthadox church in North London…

The man in the picture is ‘Uncle Leon’, who is my grandfather’s uncle. They were best friends. Brothers. And Leon’s strength of love for my grandfather is so beautiful here, as he tends to the upkeep of his grave and gently lights the incense…

The lady is Chrisoulla, my grandfather’s cousin, and my father’s God sister. One of tens of relatives I’ve only just met and will continue to meet over the coming months. I’m learning a lot more about my family tree of late, and am making a big effort to get to know my Greek heritage. I know it’s what Bapou would have wanted, and it’s definitely what’s important to me now. Being the only grandchild, it’s now up to me to continue the traditions of our family…

I have taken a lot of photographs over the years. But none so powerful and moving to me as this one…