Sorrow is a weighted word, heavy with the notes of loss and grief. So when I thought about depicting sorrow, I thought first of the roadside shrines to the dead: those tragic clusters of flowers, crosses and photos in road ditches in the Midwest, or next to dusty walls in the southwest, or on telephone or light poles in city areas. Each marks the spot where a family lost a loved one in a traffic accident, and they fairly scream profound sorrow.
Cemeteries are also places of sorrow and loss, some raw and new like the roadside displays, but others dignified and loving, sorrow muted by the passage of time. In this photo, the dying rose next to the headstone speaks to a fading but still present sorrow.
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