Cemetery, Derry, NH

Every New England village with its cemetery a monument to time. Literally so, often enough. Beautiful places where the dead gather, and are gathered.



Quiet places, even if near the village center. Time moving differently here. Deeper time, if still human time.



The lichen grows along the stone. The moss fills the feet of the tombs. Heather and flowering moss scatter on the lawn, fertile, reminding that life goes on, always, even if all we can see is death.



There is no death. There is only a change of state.
—R. Buckminster Fuller