The tiny cupid resting on the edge of the Presley gravesite appears to drift between shadow and light. I moved in on it, my frame abstracting the bronze grave marker just below. Given the looming prospect of Graceland’s long range plan to make this entire section of Memphis into an international tourist destination hosting up to two million visitor a year, this tiny cupid slumbering on the edge of a tomb, becomes a stunningly incongruous symbol of innocence.