These graves, awash in a sea of golden weeds, express what happens when generations expire and leave their dead to the ravages of time. I anchor this haunting wideangle image with a foreground layer of weeds, broken only by the isolated, tilted tombstone at right. A long shadow leads through the weeds to the stone -- the only spot of shade in the frame. The middle layer is the fenced enclosure – the subject of the image. The fence incongruously protects a gravesite that lies utterly forgotten and buried in the weeds. Meanwhile, the background layer shows a vulnerable fringe of green, soon to join the sea of gold that envelopes these forgotten graves.