Jesus
I can’t imagine a photographic world where I will not visit a cemetery, even though once at a class a self-absorbed Famous Photographer said we should “never” photograph them because there was “nothing new” to see. But part of growing as an artist is knowing what sorts of advice to ignore, so I grew greatly during that class and rejected not only that directive but many other things he pontificated about.
And so that’s how, a few years later, I found myself face-to-face with Jesus in northern New Mexico. I’m not sure what Jesus thought about it, but I was delighted.
Ranchos de Taos, New Mexico
photographed 3.16.2019
Not Responsible
Sometimes if I feel like taking photos but don’t quite know where to go, I’ll head to the nearby town of Littlefield, where I can almost always find enough subjects to fill up my time.
On my most recent visit, I looked through the windows of the out-of-business dry cleaners and was nicely rewarded with an assortment of junk. And some shirts, way back in the back, that I guess will never be reunited with their owner(s).
Littlefield, Texas
photographed 2.28.2021
Sinuous and Tragic
It makes me sad to think that someone’s life ended here, under the vast and beautiful New Mexican sky and along the gently curving highway.
I always think I am through photographing these roadside memorials, but I never really am.
near Chimayó, New Mexico
photographed 3.16.2019
The Message
Seemed a little ominous, so I just skipped a whole step and didn’t even go in.
Littlefield, Texas
photographed 2.28.2021
One Day | One Image 