This sad little broken-winged angel caught at something in my heart.  

Recently spent an afternoon at the Old Chapel Hill Cemetery to get some late-day shots of the beautiful stonework.  Since we were set up and working anyway, my husband took a little video of me working.

The stones, very old.  The flag, very new.  Also of note here: the husband outlived his wife by 50 years.

Exploring the Oakwood Cemetery in Raleigh.  Some of the monuments are disturbing, but then you see something like this.

This one was so special it needs its own post.  The light behind the head was only partly planned, what I was most interested in was the necklace of shells the angel is wearing, as it bears its cross.

Anyone who has known me since my film-camera days will know about my obsession with stone angels.  They fascinate me endlessly, I love their faces, covered over with lichen and moss and acid rain, their downcast eyes so reverentially watching over the graves of dead children.  Somehow I find them comforting and solid and real.  Today I spent the afternoon seeking out interesting angels at the Oakwood Cemetery in Raleigh, NC.  There are many civil war dead there, and some very old tombs.  Here is an assortment of shots, all done with iPhone7 Plus, some with depth effect.  Post proc was done with Noir, PhotoToaster, and Jazz.

Another perennial favorite: water droplets.  I see a universe in each one.  Clarity, depth, form, and of course, color.