Without My Walking Stick . . .

That brown stick you see in the center of the photo is actually a Walking Stick (Phasmatodea).
I am always curious when I come upon a cross in the desert, like this one. Who does it memorialize? What happened to that person?
Whoever erected this cross obviously cared deeply about the young man whose photo appears on it. Indestructable plastic flowers adorn it.

Also, the artfully-crafted tin cutouts of a heart and a jackrabbit at the top of the cross indicate--I'm deducing--that the young man had a genuine love of the desert.