I went to Elm Lawn/Arlington Cemetery today in Elmhurst, near where I work, to take some photos because I always remembered there being an awesome looking building there when I drove by once during my apartment hunting trip. Said building will probably show up in another post, but this particular grave and gravestone really caught my eye. There was something eeriely supernatural about how the dry, cracked patches formed over the body of this grave in an otherwise beautifully maintained cemetery. "Beloved wife" here almost belies some buried, unspoken wrongs that haunt the past, resurfacing as scars in the earth. Or it could have been squirrels.

On another note, how do you feel about disclosure in this picture? Artistically, it would be infeasible to blur out the name, and cropping it from the picture would leave it bereft of the very meaning I intended to capture. Given that she died 26 years ago, I doubt it makes a difference anymore, but is it wrong to guess at someone's (the deceased, no less) unsavory business like this?

If this picture pisses you off, keep in mind everything I said here is unwarranted opinion.