Boneyard is a series I did on the nature of cemeteries in modern times. While in the front they are a quiet place to reflect on life and a memorial of those who've past before us. At the same time though, they are in business selling of parcels of finite amounts of land for the internment of the dead. Sometimes those memorialized are forgotten, their names slowly being erased by weather and time. broken markers, forgotten plots and the ever present need to make more room leads to strange piles of graveyard refuse; cracked headstones, rusted out gates, broken crypts sun bleached fake flowers are tucked away in the remote corners of the cemetery. What is left is the strange and somber concept of the graveyard's graveyard.