Cold Hands, 1854

You know, as I was submitting this photo and I came to the choice of what category to put my photo in I began to wonder exactly where it should go. I could not put it in horror and macabre because death is as natural as birth, and not really something meant to be scary. Then ofcourse, there was the selection of people and portraits. This may just be a cold and broken piece of stone that has long since been forgotten, but there is also a person somewhere in this photo. Even if we can't see them.