Much of what we see when we travel is historical in nature. We dutifully point our cameras at old buildings, monuments, and cemeteries and make the past into a series of clichés. To bring the past to life, and avoid making a cliché out of it at the same time, I shot an old grave marker resting on its back in a 19th Century cemetery, as a series of shadows marched across it. The shadow, cast by a picket fence that surrounds the grave, represents more than just a nice pattern. To me, it expresses the relentless passage of time itself. The cycle of life repeats itself over and over again, as the lines of the fence and the scattered leaves and blossoms imply. I am not photographing an old gravesite here as much as I am expressing a point of view on the temporary nature of life itself.