Where ghaists and howlets nightly fly...

The man went down to Glasgow to a meeting today - so I took the opportunity to meet up with the daughter and head further down the coast to see mum and dad. Went for lunch then headed over to the Auld Kirk where I caught this one. No rhyme nor reason to the shot really. I am sure I could wax lyrical about the relationship between life and death as represented by the lichens and the moss etc etc but I took it just because the light was nice, the colours contrasted really well and the textures on the stone were, in my humble opinion, pretty awesome.