There’s something I find fascinating about the old rusting wrought iron found in the 1800’s cemeteries.
There is no way to repair these gates, fences, and posts. Age has taken them.
In many places you can’t walk past them at all.
In this one spot there are hundreds of iron markers and posts. Some held up by chains, others leaning on each other.
To me each one is a piece of art, the random ruin just adds to the beauty.
At the very least each time I walk through I am creating a record of all the iron work art that was once here.
Charleston, South Carolina.
