Graveyard Hound

As you have surmised by now, if you have looked at any number of earling postings here, I am a graveyard hound. I wouldn't say however that this calling is one driven by voyeurism or ghoulish morbid curiosity; in fact it is my love of the fine arts and the domain of "found" art that drives me to such places. Take these two bas relief sculptures for example. The first in copper, or a copper alloy that has corroded with the years, leaving lovely green stains on the stone below. The second, of a man in a cap, may have contained some iron in the mix, as it is rusting orange around the edges; and has also weathered beautifully with time. There was nothing on the grave to indicate what his profession was and thus what that hat signified...
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