the murder hand
Out-of business businesses are of particular interest to me, especially if they are – or used to be – laundromats or carwashes. This probably reveals some weird psychology or something, but on the other hand, you’ve probably noticed my weirdness already.
Anyway, there’s a story here somewhere. Let me see if I can relocate it.
Ah, yes – THERE it is. I believed this photo to be about the four hooks on the wall and the way the light was so much stronger on the left side of the photo. I also deeply appreciated that tiny bit of turquoise up in the corner.
And then, later, after I was looking at the images on the back of my camera I saw that handprint. That damn thing – it’s scary and I can’t image how I missed seeing it when I was right there in front of it. My observational skills are not as good as I think they are. Or, maybe, the handprint is only visible to cameras.
Dallas, Texas
photographed 5.5.2024
a place to wait for death
The first thing that caught my attention in this cemetery was that it was so green – a think carpet of green clover (or something) covered nearly everything. It was a sunny day and the green was almost too much for my eyes to handle.
The second thing I noticed was that folding chair against a tree and facing toward the headstones.
And then after that, I noticed that chair was chained and padlocked to the tree. It felt like a sad story.
Oak Cliff Cemetery
Dallas, Texas
photographed 5.4.2024