Angel and old tree

The angel with six fingers (really) has been a part of my church experience for the past 41 years, but I've never looked at her (she's quite feminine-looking, though I like my angels male) from this angle, let alone take a photo. She stands above one of the really old graves, one that isn't visited any more, and has in her day been swamped by vegetation, but today, seen through the trees, she is clearly keeping watch over the rest of the graveyard. The big old tree's rather nice too.

Perhaps I'll end up here one day. I hope someone keeps the vegetation at bay so that the angel will still be there ...