Life consumes death
For me, discovering something beautiful in an unlikely setting for “art” is the same as uncovering a great piece of clothing or jewelry in a thrift shop or bargain store. I get the same thrill from capturing a delightful photograph of the seemingly mundane as I do from stumbling upon a rare and wonderful gem beneath a mound of discarded debris in a sale bin. I love the creepy, yet somehow inviting, aesthetic of graveyards. I pass this one almost daily. These beautiful gravestones are being taken over by the large tree, and I am repeatedly drawn to them.