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This shot was taken fifteen years ago when I stumbled on a small, overgrown cemetery outside Point Arena, California during a road trip up the coast. I was using my Sony F828 digicam back then and took this shot in Sepia mode. The graveyard was like an undiscovered country that I had all to myself for an afternoon. Some of the markers went back to the mid-1800's and were all too often over infants or young people. Many noted the deceased age written out as years, months, and days. It seemed to give the lives more importance, as though each day was marked and counted. Plots were oftened shared by people who had no apparent connection, their lives sometimes seperated by generations. Old cemeteries like this are a rare treasure, and I was moved and fascinated by the stories I found there. Sometimes it was just two sticks, bound into a cross, but everyone was obviously important to someone else, someone who didn't want them forgotten. This connection across the ages is a large part of what we are, the value we place in each other, and what is eventually lost, in time.