While visiting with family in Cazenovia, just outside of Syracuse, I discovered the remains of an old cemetery lost amidst an overgrown hilltop at the edge of a cornfield. Most of its headstones had toppled over time, vanishing beneath the heavy brush that covered the hill. Yet this headstone has somehow remained upright, although the weeds around had grown so high that much of it was obscured. I photograph it as an abstraction, a reminder that nature ultimately reclaims everything. We do not even who is buried here – all is left to our imagination