Cross

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On a desolate stretch of a narrow highway, north of San Francisco, the whiteness of the cross against the summer-brown grasses caught my attention. The cross had not been there long – the flag was still crisp, the fresh flowers hadn’t started fading, and the grass was still bent from recent footsteps.

The day after my visit was the one-month anniversary of the day M. Tate lost his/her life on the road by the sea.

along Highway 1, at Meyers Grade Road
California

photographed 7.23.2005

Posted on September 17, 2013, in Photography, Roadside Crosses and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Another wonderful image, Mel. However, I think the cross photos now outnumber the chair photos. Time to get another keyword.

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  2. A stark image as is appropriate for this subject. We see them over here too, not always in the obvious places. Well presented, Melinda

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  3. Hi Melinda. I like this one – black and white works very well for this subject. A whole book of photos like this would be a quite stunning, in many senses.

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  4. I’ve seen a lot of these sad and loving little shrines in Sydney, mostly on big roads. 😦

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