The story behind this headstone → “I’m in a First World War cemetery in northern France and at first the repetitive headstones just look anonymous, a uniform army of the compliant dead. The authorities charged out inscriptions at a price per letter. Some graves don’t have anything personal, or just very short. A lot of families couldn’t afford it.
Here, 39 letters and small weed at the base of the gravestone battling for life. I look the grave up on cemetery register. He was the only son of a widow living in Temple Fortune, North London.
Sometimes the camera can see beyond the grave.”