Monthly Archives: August 2022
sometimes death seems far away
Up in the mountains above Albuquerque alongside the road that’ll take you the back way to Santa Fe, there’s a little cemetery wedged between a Burger Boy and a gas station. It’s a humble, unassuming place. Unless you count the clouds and the tiny bit of light on those graves.
Cedar Crest, New Mexico
photographed 7.1.2016
french dreams
From June of 2017 until just the other day, I really thought this photo was unusable. And maybe I was right, and we’d’ve all been better off if it had stayed safely hidden away in a Lightroom catalog somewhere..
But, also, maybe I was wrong – this rendition of it reminds me of the way Paris felt: sort of golden and dreamy. With wine.
Ladurée
Paris
photographed 6.11.2017
shop window
My parents had visited this town on a trip to Nova Scotia. By the time I made a trip to Nova Scotia, my mom had passed away and my dad was in hospice care.
But I remembered my dad’s souvenir from this town, a vintage brass alidade that he held on his lap (carefully boxed up) on the flight home. Later, he spent several months polishing the brass until it looked like it was new. It was his pride and joy.
So it seemed right, that as he lay dying back home, I’d take a short detour to Annapolis Royal and sit by the water and think about his alidade. And him.
(Oh, and what’s an alidade? It’s a surveying or navigational tool used to sight distant objects. His introduction to the field of engineering was working on a surveying crew, and his Nova Scotian souvenir was surely a reminder of his youthful years.)
Annapolis Royal, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.27.2015