I went to the Union Mills Cemetery yesterday–the one where my parents are buried. It is quiet and well maintained.
Sometimes the stones get damaged or otherwise attacked. Human vandals can damage them, as can weather and wildlife.
One group of stones showed evidence of an assault against one of its members.
A very slow assault…
There is probably some kind of deep meaning to be found from this–something about the battle of the sexes, for example. Or maybe its just a tree growing into a rock.