Alone each of us enters death;
In solitude, while the living world hums.
Our bones in grateful company kept
Under stone and mournful blurb
Until forever comes
Or someone dare the tomb disturb.
Once again, an image from the Revolutionary War cemetery also seen in Edge and Pop of Color. I’m finally caught up with assignments, except for the two latest optional weekend ones. Photo101 has been fun, but it’s just about over. I’m considering doing the A to Z Challenge next month, which would incorporate more writing. We’ll see how it shakes out.
For the Edge assignment, I thought of this headstone. The right edge is lost in the tree, and the bottom of the left edge is actually fully enveloped. I wonder if, given enough time, the tree would swallow it completely?
One the other side of the same tree, another stone has been pushed out of alignment. It’s amazing what nature can do. Slow and steady wins the race.
For the Pop of Color assignment, here is a flag on the grave of a Revolutionary War soldier. The tombstones are nearly the same color as the grass and trees. In a few weeks, this will look much different as those begin to turn green. The late-afternoon sun cast long shadows. Most of the graves date from the late-18th to early 19th centuries in this Revolutionary War-era cemetery.