Lean On Me

The chance to wander around an old cemetery makes me very happy. I have a weakness for gravestones, the older, the better. Age softens the carved details. Lichens and creeping vines add character. Names and dates slowly melt away and eventually become a mystery. Rows of gravestones shift and tilt. These two stones, in the churchyard in Winchcombe England, lean on each other like a long-married couple or two elderly friends. With each other for support, they can continue to face the wind, sun and rain.