A fake flower in a cemetery seems strange, but that’s what I found beneath my feet.
The hourglass: the ultimate symbol of time.
In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Broken.
Despite its holes, this fence is a wall between space developed by humans and space reserved for nature. It separates swampy marshlands from sidewalks at one of my favorite nearby parks. That park will never fail to remind me of the better times from high school: walking around its forest perimeter on dates, lazing around on…
After the rain comes serenity.
And it was (almost) all yellow.
To someone this grave is likely still significant, but his death was so long ago that he may actually be forgotten. Whoops, completely defeats the point of the prompt. My bad :)