One winter day I took a stroll to my local cemetery. Just me, my camera and the quickly fading light. The cemetery I went to no longer belonged to a church and wasn’t in the greatest condition. It wasn’t abandoned, as there were random footprints amidst the gently falling snow, but many of the tombstones were cracked or broken and had obviously been neglected for quite some time.
Then I found this. Nothing showy, nothing fancy. This was placed on the back of an otherwise neglected tombstone in the far corner of the cemetery. It was so quiet, so beautiful and so….simple, that I couldn’t help but be tremendously moved as I looked at it.