Poking around an old mid-coast cemetery I was struck by this juxtaposition of stones. I think I titled it even before I made the image.
I could not help but think of relationships…those that are close and those that aren’t. I thought of marriages that work, in which intimacy and comfort grows, and I thought of those that drift apart, in which the warmth flickers out.
Not long after I made this image, all of the stones in the cemetery were straightened. Would that straightening out lives be so simple.