On this Memorial Day weekend in the US, take a moment to think about people who've gone before you, and who've paved the way for all of us.
It's been a year since my father died. On a picture-postcard beautiful afternoon, my mother, one of my sisters and I went out to visit his grave, on which the stone has just been placed. He's buried in an old country church in the hunt country north of Baltimore City. It's the family church, first of my mother's family, going back to the 1700's, and then of my father, going back to when he immigrated to the US from the UK in the 1950's.
My mother and I had visited the church this winter, during a snow squall and wind storm. The light was incredible that day, with a black sky in the background, and the the low winter sun highlighting the white stones.
After we visited my father's grave, we went to find my mother's and our ancestors. The graves date from the 1790's and are worn and mossy. You can still make out the dates and names on some of the graves, and it's an affirmation of our family's deep history in Maryland.
These 220-year old gravestones still retain a certain elegance and grace.
I love taking shots of doors, and the one at St. Thomas is a beautiful example of a classic door with lovely symmetry.