A tombstone is, in effect, a miniature wall. It is part of a symbolic house, albeit with only one side. It not only marks a grave, but guards it, as well as telling us about those who lie within it. This one speaks eloquently through the interplay of a vintage photograph and the coloration of the granite that surrounds it. The portrait of the woman and daughter is poignant. Perhaps it’s because of their beauty, their costume, and the fact that they are not smiling. Death is not taken lightly. They are surrounded by sea of granite, set against a deep green background, and brushed gently by the shadow from an overhead tree. It is a wall that speaks of the short span of life and the unyielding nature of eternity, and if we listen hard enough, we might even be able to imagine their voices.