Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Gates in a Private Garden
In the beautiful old cemetery near my house , these gates pose as entry to a wealth of family treasures . The small garden is classically laid out , quiet and graceful , yet each stone sings . Darks and lights flatter texture and shape . Our town loves these characters, so simple yet grand . The most honest of histories are the small stories .
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