Monthly Archives: November 2020
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West Texas is a quite a ways from the closest ocean – about 500 miles – so it is a little bit of a mystery about these oyster shells that have been pressed into the rough concrete on these graves. I see this sort of regularly in my wanderings and always wonder about the process of it all.
These markers are in fairly good condition; most of the time all the shells are broken, by our wicked summer hail or by vandals: I do not know.
Meadow, Texas
photographed 11.7.2020




