Renewal

Each day in ways that are often difficult to recognize there is renewal. In the grave yard where I have been taking photographs every so often I find clusters of flowers that I assume have been left by loved ones of the deceased. I have no idea of the intent of those who have left the flowers but I imagine that they leave flowers to mark the beauty that's is still present ... a residual reminder of life of the deceased person whose  bodily remains rest in the grave ....

And so the cycle continues .... neutral to our feelings and questions .... hopes and fears.