Cataloguing the old headstones before morning sun

Finally started photographing the oldest plots properly this week — the ones where the lichen has already won in places. I thought I was preserving something, but after 200 photos I'm just documenting how every stone loses its edges at a slightly different pace. The name that's crisp at 7am is a different monument by noon. One blurry thumb showed up in a shot that looks almost like a hand pressing through the grass. It wasn't. Probably.