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Her death became a prison

View from inside a cemetery shrine, constrained by the bars on the glass-free window.

Shafter, Texas
photographed 12.22.2018

Unmarked

It’s mostly a ghost town now, but at one point the place had six silver mines and a population of around 4,000. (The 2000 census listed the population at 11; I’d guess that by now the population is in single digits.)

But the cemetery is sizable. It’s also rugged, with cactus and mesquite trees alongside rocked-topped graves. Most of the graves are marked with simple wooden crosses, none of which have any identifying information on them. And, oddly, in a town with almost no inhabitants, the paint on most of the crosses appears to be fairly new. But someone paints them…

Shafter, Texas
photographed 12.22.2018

Clouds and branches fight it out

Winter-dead ivy branches seemed to be clawing at the sky. Maybe they’d already scraped the clouds into those little pieces?

San Angelo, Texas
photographed 11.24.2018

Pan, at a cemetery in Central Texas

A conversation with myself, in the cemetery:

Me: That statue looks…weird.

Me: Pan? It’s a statue of Pan? What the hell?

(pause for photos)
(also pause while I thought about the character of Pan in Tom Robbins’s book Jitterbug Perfume, and how my friend Laurie and I co-wrote a poem about the book and some other stuff and how that poem had the memorable [!] lines “seemed only right for a woman who was fond of fucking around/with seriousness, sanctity, syntax.”)

Me: Why is there a statue of Pan?

Me: He’s a pagan god!

Me: Wait. Who am I to say he’s pagan? Do I get to decide that? Or is it just my own Judeo-Christian background showing up?

Me: Wait. How am I going to refer to Pan in my blog post? Can I say “pagan” or what?

***

I am sorry to had to see what goes in my head. I hope you can recover from it.

Fairmount Cemetery
San Angelo, Texas
photographed 11.24.2018

Tentacles and the toilet

The door was already open, so I had a clear view of this scene from quite a ways off. Not the usual thing I see in cemeteries, and not even the weirdest thing in this one. (Come back tomorrow to see what that was. You’ll [probably] be as surprised as I was.)

Fairmount Cemetery
San Angelo, Texas
photographed 11.24.2018

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