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Josh, in the wind
I got my photographic start by making images of roadside crosses; I spent the better part of a decade stopping at almost every one that I saw. And then, one day, I was done. Just like that. (This is the last one I photographed from that time; the poem with it is almost a word-for-word account of what a woman who lived by the cross told me.)
Perhaps from habit, perhaps because the project’s not really finished yet, or from a combination of those two things, I still notice crosses and other memorials along the road. And sometimes, I do still pull over and make a few images. This one called to me, for reasons that I don’t understand. But of course I stopped. I had to.
Fluvana, Texas
photographed 10.20.2018
Furrow
There isn’t much left in Fluvanna, but there is this! I sort of fell for the rhythm of the concrete blocks and the horizontal ridges, but sometimes I”m easy to impress…
Fluvanna, Texas
photographed 10.20.2018
Windy edge of the escarpment
When you live on the Plains, vistas like this are dramatic and unusual. And if this image barely does it any justice.
near Fluvanna, Texas
photographed 10.20.2018
Post Office: closed for business
If you ever wondered – and I am sure you have! – what the inside of a closed-down post office looks like, then today is your lucky day. They look like this.
Don’t you feel better now?
Fluvanna, Texas
photographed 10.20.2018
Fog, turbines, and sunlight
This was a stunning sight. For one thing, fog’s not very common around here, so any foggy day has a bit of mysterious feel to it. And to see fog rising over the edges of the Caprock was a treat. Add in a handful of wind turbines slicing away at the mist, and a bit of a sparkle from where the sun hit the electrical insulators and train-track ballast;*. I’ve never seen anything like it.
near Fluvanna, Texas
photographed 1.17.2009
*Click to enlarge to see the sparkly stuff better – it’s at the bottom of the frame.
