Wherein I photograph my way through the year and try to learn something along the way...
As morbid as it may sound, my mom and I used to love going to old graveyards. We'd look at all the old graves and try to put the pieces of a story together. We always found something sad about the graves of babues and to this day, I still say a prayer for the baby soul represented by the grave.
My heart always breaks a little for these headstones.
It's always sad to see the little headstones.