I knew I would love this photograph the second I took it, Red, Maria and I were walking up a beautiful wooded road in the sprawling cemetery on the edge of town, I have come to love these walks, Maria and I often stop to read the inscriptions on some of the beautiful tombstones and markers, they are so different, so wonderful, they speak so powerfully of life and of death, there are spirits everywhere in the cemetery.

Red has taken up this custom, when Maria and I stoop over the markets, he sits alongside of us, as if he wants to read them as well. This was the tombstone of Ebenezer, who died young and whose marker is in a place all of its own, overlooking the rest of the lower part of the cemetery. So much love and feeling in this scene for me, one of my favorites, I think I will ask George to print it up for me.