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On a desolate stretch of a narrow highway, north of San Francisco, the whiteness of the cross against the summer-brown grasses caught my attention. The cross had not been there long – the flag was still crisp, the fresh flowers hadn’t started fading, and the grass was still bent from recent footsteps.
The day after my visit was the one-month anniversary of the day M. Tate lost his/her life on the road by the sea.
along Highway 1, at Meyers Grade Road
California
photographed 7.23.2005
White on white, 12
I was taking a walk. I was taking a walk, with my camera. It was late afternoon, and look at what the sun did to this window, the tape residue, and the blinds!
I was glad I had the camera.
North 6th Street
Alpine, Texas
photographed 8.16.2013
White on white, 10
On the top level of a parking garage along South Beverly Drive, I spotted this bit of graffiti. And a security camera. Or, perhaps more accurately, a “security” camera.
Beverly Hills, California
photographed 6.26.2013
Arms flung wide
Just hours after the United States Supreme Court announced its historic rulings on gay marriage, a man shares his happiness with a Hare Krishna band. In context, it made a lot of sense.
along the boardwalk
Venice Beach, California
photographed 6.26.2013
On the other hand…
On the other hand, not being adequately informed for a trip might mean that you end up in some place (let’s just call it “Redding, California”) that you chose for no other reason than it was approximately half-way between one place and somewhere else.
When that happens, the best thing to do is spend your time away from “Redding, California.”
Shasta State Historic Park
Shasta, California
photographed 8.3.2012
One Day | One Image 