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José, 1958
On one corner of this cemetery, there was a huge black marble marker. It was taller than me and I am sure they needed a sizeable crane to lift it into place. I didn’t photograph it.
But this tiny marker? I loved it.
Springlake, Texas
photographed 11.12.2021
Memorial Directory
Once, in Lebanon, Nebraska, we were looking in a cemetery for a particular grave. The posted map didn’t match the cemetery’s layout at all – for all the help in provided it could well have been a map of the country of Lebanon.
I always do look for the map (or in this case, the fancier-sounding Memorial Directory) when I’m wandering around cemeteries. It’s sort of like how I always want to see the caretaker’s shack: it ties into my continual interest in the way things work.
Vega, Texas
photographed 10.9.2021
The Grotto
An Oklahoman of my acquaintance tipped me off about this grotto in the cemetery in Canute. The door was locked, but as you may have noticed I often shoot through glass. And that’s what I did. There’s just no stopping me.
Canute, Oklahoma
photographed 10.10.2021
you don’t need to know anything
The sign on the highway that pointed to this old cemetery slid past before I had time to react, but one u-turn and one left turn and one right turn, and there I was, at the gate of the Zion Lutheran Cemetery. Some time (and a dozen or so photos) later and it was another u-turn and one left turn and one right turn and I was back on the road.
near Lockett, Texas
photographed 9.17.2021
Light and the iris leaves
A hilltop and windswept cemetery, an obelisk-shaped marker, and the backlit iris leaves were all I needed.
Guthrie, Texas
photographed 9.17.2021
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