Jesús Vega, redone
Sometimes amazing, unbelievable things happen.
In early 2013, I visited the cemetery in Terlingua and made this image of the grave marker for Jesús Vega:
Years passed (eight of them) and I was once again in the Terlingua cemetery. I’d made my way all the way around, almost, when I saw something that was nearly unbelievable:
Terlingua Ghost Town, Texas
photographed 1.20.2013 and 3.25.2021
The Church Chairs
These may be my two favorite chairs, from a photographic standpoint. They were placed just like this at the back the church, as though they knew I’d be along and need a photo of them.
Well done, chairs.
Terlingua Ghost Town, Texas
photographed 3.25.2021
Dowels
My reader(s) who were around in 2013 may recall my earlier photograph from the church in the Terlingua ghost town. That image was one of the first ones I made where I thought maybe this photography gig might work out.
I hadn’t been back to the site since then and was eager to photograph the church again. Once inside, I decided nothing I could shoot of the whole space would be better than what I had already done, so I turned my eyes and my camera to the smaller things.
Terlingua Ghost Town, Texas
photographed 3.25.2021
Vegetation and the Mountain
The scratchy desert plants reach toward the sky, while the springtime sun warms them and the photographer.
Brewster County, Texas
photographed 3.25.2021
Mom
When I was six years old, my family went on our first-ever camping trip; the Davis Mountains were our destination. Something happened on that trip, I guess, because even now, decades later*, I feel good when I am out in this part of the state. The air is nice, and so is the scenery. The days are beautiful and the nights are even better.
But as good as it feels to me, there is a family somewhere whose mom died along the road. They built her a marker, with “MOM” inside a heart on the cross.
near Fort Davis, Texas
photographed 3.24.2021
*Never you mind how many.
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