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"Fall Unto Thy Grave."
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There is splendor in the graveyard. Tread lightly on the grass. The worries that we carried have been buried in the ground. Our spirits are unfettered. We have breached the earthly barriers. There is nothing to hold us down. Cooper has risen. He soars forever. For more information about this body of work and the artist, browse to www.fineartphotographyworks.com<br><br>
Mother. Birth-giver. Nurturer. Care-giver. Protector. Teacher. Friend. Encourager. Supporter. Business advisor. Marriage counselor. Grandmother. Babysitter. Elder. Outpatient. Sufferer. Deceased. Selfless and giving, gone forever, but not in our hearts. We love you mother. We miss you. For more information about this body of work and the artist, browse to www.fineartphotographyworks.com<br><br>
Three hearts entwined in love. Together again at last. Resting beneath the golden canopy of time. Always linked - eternally together like a necklace for the gods. Three hearts entwined in love. A father, loving his children. Children, loving their father. Forever. For more information about this body of work and the artist, browse to www.fineartphotographyworks.com<br><br>
The russet leaves of autumn still carrying their firey hues are pressed against the marble tombstone. Clinging tightly as if trying to stop the relentless decay that time will bring upon them. The whisper of death is closing in around them seeking its due. In the weight of time they will crumble into dust and be scattered in the wind. But my memory of you, my friend, will never fade. You will always be here with me. For more information about this body of work and the artist, browse to www.fineartphotographyworks.com<br><br>
Just inside the gates, the grave road entices you onward. Lined with the color of life opposite the shadow of death, headstones dot the way. Tombstones rise like silent shrines. There is a quietness here. Lives end, memories begin. The great and the small alike share the same ground. Death is not an end. It is an equalizer. For more information about this body of work and the artist, browse to www.fineartphotographyworks.com<br><br>
Tiny angel wrapped in beauty. Dressed in autumn's brilliant finery. Tinkling laughter, tiny footsteps, dimpled cheeks and downy hair. Love unmeasurable. Love eternal. Always a part of me. Always in forever. My tiniest angel. For more information about this body of work and the artist, browse to www.fineartphotographyworks.com<br><br>
Still waiting in the shadows. Time has etched its mark upon my face. Forever standing on the hillside. My name has been erased by the years. The sun no longer warms my face. There is no one left with a memory of me. My soul soars free in the light. I have become one with the fabric of eternity. Soon, I will be gone forever. For more information about this body of work and the artist, browse to www.fineartphotographyworks.com<br><br>
Nature has scattered the blazing leaves like trophies at our feet. The sky has left traces of tears at their dying. Marble and stone and decaying leaves mark our passage. Love and memories eternalize our lives. For more information about this body of work and the artist, browse to www.fineartphotographyworks.com<br><br>
Somber, hushed. Spirits move like a whisper through the empty trees. Sighing softly. The earth is damp with angel tears. The golden leaves embrace the ground. Their life spilling out like a dying flame. Winter is coming, the earth is waiting. Fog decends from above like a blanket. Our thoughts are clouded with our remorse, our pain, our loss. And our silence. For more information about this body of work and the artist, browse to www.fineartphotographyworks.com<br><br>
The days of our lives are like scattered leaves, fallen one on top of the other. Mundane repetitions with bright gems scattered throughout. Our memories are like the reflection, warmer and brighter. Time brings clarity and discernment to our thoughts. We take with us only the brightest and best of our days. For more information about this body of work and the artist, browse to www.fineartphotographyworks.com<br><br>
Cold, weathered marble, wet spongy ground. Trees bearing life, stones marking death. Crimson-color leaves spill like blood on the grass. Like the sun burning through, love and memories will soon warm our hearts. And sorrow, like the clouds, will fade. For more information about this body of work and the artist, browse to www.fineartphotographyworks.com<br><br>
Time marches on. Relentless in its passage. The freshness of spring and the lushness of summer turn into autumn's hues. The brilliance will fade and wither to dust leaving the bareness of winter. Each soul is just a sentence that ends with a tombstone. Each soul is etched on the pages of life. For more information about this body of work and the artist, browse to www.fineartphotographyworks.com<br><br>
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