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sixty nine years in the grave
Isabelita was fifty when she died; her tiny three-crossed marker lives on surrounded by tall grasses, mountains, and New Mexico’s skies.
unnamed cemetery
near Mora, New Mexico
photographed 11.9.2025
peace (and hiking boots)
I was unprepared to take a soak in the hot springs (due in part to my lack of taking the time to research what sorts of things were available to do in the area), but I wandered down the path to the first set of springs. And that’s where I spotted this message carved into the concrete. It gave me a good feeling about the place.
Montezuma, New Mexico
photographed 11.10.2025
church, unused
My traveling partner and I had a discussion about the appropriateness of opening a closed (but not locked) gate to gain access to this abandoned church and similarly disregarded graveyard.
Argument One: It’s a gate. It’s shut. With a chain hooked on it keeping it shut. We should stay out.
Argument Two: The gate also has a sign that says “Please close gate” which implies that someone has granted us permission to, you know, open it.
Anyway, here’s an old church.
near Sapello, New Mexico
photographed 11.9.2025
$10.99
Yes, so I did in fact ignore all the interesting people and beautiful kilts and stuff at the Highland Games and take a photo of price tags. But I was only gone for 1/50th of a second and then came right back.
New Hampshire Highland Games and Festival
Lincoln, New Hampshire
photographed 9.19.2025
beachcomber
I believe that seeing things in the off-season (like this beach and amusement park) is somehow related to my affection for looking around the back of buildings.
And I know without a doubt that I much prefer quieter, duller amusement parks to their mid-summer counterparts.
Old Orchard Beach, Maine
photographed 9.14.2025
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