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The infant son
It hardly gets any sadder than this.
Oakwood Cemetery
Jacksboro, Texas
photographed 5.9.2016
A cemetery on the plains
I go by this little cemetery several times a year. I never stop – it’s too muddy, or too windy, or I’m running late, or I don’t have the right camera, or lots of other reasons.
But then, the other day, I did stop.
Crosby County, Texas
photographed 3.27.2016
only seeing where you used to be
I went to this cemetery in the spring, and made a return visit just before Christmas.
The second visit was much sadder, for many reasons – some of which had to do with the snow and those footprints. It was also closing in on the anniversary of my mother’s death, which tinges everything with sadness at the end of December.
So, here’s a sad song, “Closer to the Light,”, for today’s Bruce Cockburn link.
Los Llanitos Cemetery
Truchas, New Mexico
photographed 12.24.2015
The Gift Was Taken Away
Sometimes a few words, and some close-together dates will tell you more than you want to know.
St. John’s Anglican Church
Port Williams, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.26.2015
Seating arrangement
There are a lot of things I like about this handmade bench: the 2×4 legs (one with paint, one without), the way the carpet’s not centered, the scallops on the bottom edge of the carpet, that dead branch guarding the approach.
But what I like best is thinking that someone missed their loved one so much they build it in the first place.
at the cemetery
Alpine, Texas
photographed 1.19.2013
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