For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.
– Ivan Panin
An argument with my son about the aesthetics of cemeteries has me thinking of beauty.
A brief but hysterical phone call berating me for posting so many photographs of cemeteries, of graves and headstones, everlasting ceramic floral arrangements nicked and chipped, monuments to the often-forgotten dead. On instagram. Morbid. Horrific. Bad taste.