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where is thy sting?
A grave marked by a barbed-wire cross somehow seems more raw, more tragic than if the marker had been a plain white one.
China Creek Cemetery
near San Saba, Texas
photographed 7.22.2023
amber
I was several rows away from this one-armed figure when I spotted her ephemeral amber-colored glow.
After I’d made several photos and walked a few feet to my right, I noticed her missing arm in the grass. I’m not sure of the protocol around angel arms, but I went ahead and moved it closer to her. In case she needed it.
China Creek Cemetery
San Saba County, Texas
photographed 7.22.2023
another inexplicable thing
Somehow a toilet found its way over a tall fence along the highway and onto a hard, dry slope at the cemetery. That seems like a lot of effort on someone’s part, but admittedly my experience at disposing of toilets is very limited.
San José Cemetery
Albuquerque, New Mexico
photographed 5.28.2023
ghosts and a flag
It was Memorial Day weekend, and a number of the graves were marked with flags.
This particular cracked-concrete headstone was also marked with ghostly symbols and illegible writing.
San José Cemetery
Albuquerque, New Mexico
photographed 5.28.2023
all the days we’ve been apart
I saw ghosts that day.
The first one was when I turned (randomly, I thought at first) down a ranch road. A wave of memories of one of my best friends from high school and college almost swept me away the very second I made the turn; I guess I thought I knew the things that resided in my memory but I was wrong. And then I saw the house where my friend’s grandparents used to live. I know it was the same house; I could feel it. I had made previous efforts to find it before, but it wasn’t until I wasn’t looking for it that it appeared to me. As I drove by, slowly, I acknowledged the ghosts that I had stirred up.
Later, I went to the town where my adult-life best friend lived. She died almost two years ago, and I am still staggered by the loss. I had lunch at a place we’d gone to before. Then I drove by the house where she’d lived (and where she died); her husband’s truck was in the driveway and I recognized some of his things in the yard. I stopped, briefly, and nodded sadly through my tears at the ghosts who were still there.
It was not the day I expected to have, but it was the day I got.
Eckhart, Texas
photographed 2.19.2023
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