I took this photo while I was in San Antonio a few weeks ago. I was wandering around a tiny little urban cemetery, lamenting the plight of the dead in tiny little urban cemeteries. Since they don’t breathe, mabye the dead don’t mind the exhaust fumes gathering at the stop light. And since the don’t hear, maybe they don’t notice the heavy machinery about thirty-six inches away as it excavates for an office building or a gas station or something.
Any way, I really didn’t see much of interest, but I took a few half-hearted shots. This was one of the last stones I photographed and I took this shot because of the unconventional inscription that listed both husbands. I snapped the pic, then went on my way.
But I never read the small print. Not until a week later, after I’d returned home. Turns out this is one of the most incredible tombstones I’ve ever photographed.