Monthly Archives: April 2015
Side yard/graveyard
The church yard at Las Trampas had a small graveyard in it.
The village of Las Trampas was founded in 1751 and the church was built between 1760 and 1776. The historic marker said, “Parishioners periodically re-mud the adobe walls, which are as much as six feet thick.” I guess eventually those ever-thickening walls will start to encroach on the graves.
San José de Gracia Church
Las Trampas, New Mexico
photographed 3.24.2015
An announcement
I just received word that this photo – “In a ghost town, do ghosts go to church?” – was accepted into the Texas Photographic Society’s International Show!
It will be part of a 50-image exhibit at the Wittliff Galleries at Texas State University in San Marcos; that show will be up from June 1 through July 25. The show will then travel to the San Antonio Public Library during FotoSeptiembre and, later, to The Center for Contemporary Arts in Abilene.
photographed in Terlingua, Texas, 1.20.2013.
I’d like to thank Brett Erickson for his good advice on this image, which I’ve entered (unsuccessfully) into several other competitions. He told me that I should keep submitting it because the “right” juror hadn’t seen it yet. Apparently, Dr. David Coleman, of Texas State University, was that “right” juror.
May he rest in peace
These grave-site pickets caught my attention, the way their blackened ends poked at the sky. They don’t seem especially comforting to me, but I will assume that Sr. Martinez is resting peacefully.
Chimayó, New Mexico
photographed 3.24.2015
Low Low’s
Sure, most people go to Chimayó for the church, with its mystical powers. But I guess there’s a certain demographic who likes a nice low-rider museum to break up the pilgrimage.
Chimayó, New Mexico
photographed 3.24.2015
It seems strangely familiar
I moved away from Albuquerque in 1982. I’ve been back a handful of times since then – enough, I guess, that when I got off the train from Santa Fe, it seemed like I’d never left. I even found myself looking around for the woman we called Point Lady, who stood along Central Avenue, shouting and pointing at anyone who looked in her direction.
I never did see her.
Train platform
Albuquerque, New Mexico
photographed 3.26.2015
One Day | One Image 