This
is the only tree in the entire cemetery. It seemed peculiar because really,
I think it was the only tree for miles. I shot next to it for over an hour
photographing a nearby grave before I noticed the small fence within the overgrowth
of branches.
It was at that moment, standing silently in the moonlight as the cool night
breeze blew across the desolate prairie, that I suddenly grasped the loneliness
and sorrow of this place. Actually a grave site itself, I wonder who lies
here beneath this solitary tree? And who, long ago, said their final good-byes
and closed the gate.
...Never to return.