Solitude

Another one of the photos I took on my trip to New Mexico, My dad and I were driving past a vast open field, when something caught our eyes as it appeared over a small hill. Tucked down on the slope of a hill was this gravestone, marked with the name of "Jack Morris" as well as the date of birth and death.

It was kind of an interesting and neat thing to see, but also very sad and solemn because the grave was literally in the middle of nowhere. There was not a house that was within thirty miles.