In pictures like these there are always empty shoes. It's the shoes that get to me. Sad, that innocent daily task - putting your shoes on your feet, in the firm belief that you'll be going somewhere.

“Stick a shovel into the ground almost anywhere and some horrible thing or other…”

“We want to get there faster. Get where? Wherever we are not. But a human soul c…”

“One of the gravestones in the cemetery near the earliest church has an anchor o…”

“Your hand is a warm stone I hold between two words.”