He was somebody’s son. Odds are he was someone’s brother. He might even have been a husband and a father. We don’t know if he perished at an old age or as a young child. We don’t know if he died 50 years ago or 100 years ago. All we know is that he is gone.
As I photographed his headstone yesterday morning, the subject caused me to pause and think about him, the “Unknown Male”. Who was he? What happened to him? Why is he in this cold, anonymous grave?
We will never know.