This was an old cemetery from the mid-1800s. The headstones could be limestone or granite. Lichen was growing on many, others had turned dark, trees had pushed their way through to dishevel their arrangement. There was a silence in this cemetery despite being directly on a 5 lane road during rush hour. I am drawn to the contrast of death and life in the graves and the trees. I like the tilting of the stones that suggest movement – albeit at a very slow rate. I like peeking through to the stone that far in the back and the group hiding in the shade of the tree.