My sister in law grew up living on the grounds of a cemetary. When I was in High school I would go and visit her. We often took walks through the cemetary, and she would point out beautiful gravestone art to me. Recently our family visited the grave of my husband's grandparents. I snapped a few pictures of grave art there. This may seem strange or morbid, but I love the weathered look of the metal, and the sentiments expressed through the art.