I contrast two strikingly different textures in this image – a sea of tightly packed grass against the weathered face of a semi-obscured granite headstone. The textures play against each other in color as well – the deep green grass encroaches on the mossy black and white grain of the old granite. The image expresses the nature of remembrance itself. It fades with the years. The stone speaks only of “Mother,” and is matched by another stone that simply reads “Father.” The grass has turned what once was a rectangular shape of stone into a circle, obscuring the final letter in the process. As the circle grows ever smaller, the memory of mother dims with time.