This was more of an exercise in curiosity than photography as an art form.
I loved the weathered features on these two headstones…both slightly leaning, as if tired from standing up straight for so long. I was drawn by the shapes their shadows cast on the snow. An easy contrast against the brilliant white of the land.
The names and dates that had been chiseled into the surfaces of these stones were so worn and damaged by the elements, I could barely make out the details.
To me, the crumbling state of these personal monuments is like history – no matter how small – falling away…