Here’s a cemetery angel with what appears to be three twigs growing out of her face. There’s a huge ant crawling up her arm but it was the whole chin-twig situation that caused me to make the photo.

And also why do you suppose that angel wings are always depicted in sort of a partially-open pose, like a bird that’s just landed and hasn’t had time to fold away its wings? (Oh, yes: that is actually a thing I wasted some time thinking about. It’s stuff like this that clutters up my mind and distracts me from thinking about things that are important and/or have actual answers.)

Old City Cemetery
Caldwell, Texas
photographed 6.13.2024