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Lines of stones, like those remembered, disappear into mist.
Autumn leaves adorn lawns.
And, as Dylan Thomas put it, “Time passes. Listen. Time passes.”.
The two earlier images in this series are here and here.
D800 with 24-120 Nikkor lens at 100mm; 1600 ISO; Silver Efex Pro 2, starting at the Antique Portrait preset; Shaw Cemetery, Newbury, Berkshire; 24 Nov 2016.
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FATman Photos 
Very somber.
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Certainly.
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… Like a row of grizzly old teeth in an elderly gentleman’s smile. 😄
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Exactly! 🙂
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The leaves. The tilt of the head stones. The ghostliness (is that a word?) The black and white. Very effective. All of it. ❤️ ATP ❤️
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Yes, ghostliness is certainly a word, my friend. I’m glad this gets to you; you were in my thoughts when I was making it. Take good care of yourself. ATP xxx
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poetic words for a tasteful photo.
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I’m glad you think that, Paula, thank you. A
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You make an amazing work. As you know, I like black and white shades.
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Yes, I know – black and white is one of the great treasures! Je suis heureux que tu l’aimes. A 🙂
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Nice snapshot.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Welcome friend.
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