Graf van Orhart Weiss, een gevallen Duitse militair van de Kriegsmarine Possibly 1943 - 1947

This small black and white photograph captures a grave, probably taken shortly after the events. I imagine someone carefully framing the shot, making a record. The stark contrast evokes a sense of loss. The dark cross looms against the faded grass, a formal arrangement, maybe even a stiff composition. Yet, within its stillness, there's a story—of a life interrupted, a moment frozen in time. Was the photographer thinking about Erhart Weiss? Perhaps they knew him? Or were they simply documenting a piece of history unfolding? These kinds of images always get me wondering about process: the act of bearing witness, the need to record, and the quiet persistence of memory.