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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
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.