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As the harvest moon rose
The very bright moon was lighting up the hillside as the sky tried to darken.
(There were two people standing there with us as the moon slid up into view. No one spoke. When the moon had cleared the hill, they turned and walked away. It was simple and profound.)
Palouse, Washington
photographed 9.3.2020
Fay Stands Tall
I spent some time in this cemetery working on the angles and the angel so that I could get her lined up with the grain elevator. It wasn’t until much later that I noticed how the discoloration of her face gives her a certain crazed look.
Dusty, Washington
photographed 9.2.2020
Life: compressed
It felt like the Rupps’ entire life was compressed down to the major elements.
Dusty, Washington
photographed 9.2.2020
Row on Row
This site has been a national cemetery since 1879; the original designation, three years after the battle of Little Bighorn, was intended to protect graves of the 7th Cavalry troopers buried there. In 1886, The site was proclaimed National Cemetery of Custer’s Battlefield Reservation to include burials of other campaigns and wars. The name has been since been shortened to “Custer National Cemetery.” (from Wikipedia.)
Custer National Cemetery
Little Bighorn National Battleground, Montana
photographed 8.28.2020
Cemetery Corner
I don’t always photograph cemeteries; it just looks that way.
Fun fact: my Uncle Donald was from O’Donnell, and when I was a kid I was almost positive that the town was called O’Donald. I may have been disappointed to learn the truth.
O’Donnell, Texas
photographed 7.13.2020
One Day | One Image 