frank lloyd wright's grave. interestingly, his body is no longer here. when his third wife died, he was exhumed, cremated, and their ashes were mixed and scattered over taliesin west.
i think this says, "love of an idea is love of god." i should have brought my journal with me to write that down, since it's so hard to see. you can also see the wrought iron name on the grave itself. i really like that vertical rock too.
this was our room at the walking iron b&b. babo, an ugly doll, travels with me everywhere. i thought it was nice that when they made the bed, they put him in a place of honor.
there are a ton more pictures of our trip on flickr.