Whenever I see pictures of crayons, they are perfect, unused and unmarked. I don't know if I like my pictures that clean. I think a used crayon tells more of a story than an unused one. Sure, the unused one is perfect, but who says the used one isn't perfect either. This one was used by my nieces, so maybe I am a little more attached to it than someone else would be.
There is something I always loved about this line of graves in a graveyard in West Chester, Pennsylvania. I would see them when I drove past and would always admire them, but would never stop to capture them. I am glad that I took the time one day to capture them.