My only claim to any sort of expertise when it comes to photographic subjects is that I know what I like. The converse is, of course, that I also know what I don’t like. I have never been all that fond of photographs of graveyards. I’m not sure whether this has been so because they have always impressed me as being rather trite or because I found them to be depressing. Because I knew in advance that I would be visiting the graveyard of the historic Warrior Run Church, I was able to think about how I might approach the subject. Although the congregation at Warrior Run was established in 1772, the church, which is the companion to the graveyard, was not built until 1835. Those with interest in the Revolutionary War and in the Great Run-Aways of 1778 and 1779 will enjoy the web site of the Fort Freeland Historical Society. In any case, rather than focusing on names and dates I thought I would turn my lens toward pattern and color. Texture and colors are expressed in the first image, and the second speaks to pattern alone. While walking among the headstones it struck me that all of them were now well over 200 years old. Certainly none of the mortal remains of those laid to rest persisted. Yet the stones themselves, the figurative presence of those lost long ago, spoke every bit as clearly to me as the physical remains might have. Although the vast majority of names, dates, and epitaphs had long ago dissolved, bits and pieces remain. A name clearly inscribed on one stone. A date of birth on another. And a date of passing on another. When pieced together these data reflect a time when life was much more precarious if not less precious.