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Behind the Marker
Not only do I like to look behind things, I get a strange satisfaction in seeing the details of assembly. In this case, I was drawn to those twisted wires, in different colors, with those strange leggy ends poking in different directions.
in the cemetery
Lajitas, Texas
photographed 1.20.2013
In a dry and barren place
Out here in the desert, cemeteries aren’t the pastoral sites they are in other parts of the country. There’s no grassy paths to soften the scene, no trees to provide shade to mourners.
But there are uneven piles of rocks, topped by simple crosses. And, way in the back, the Virgin stands in her tiny grotto.
Lajitas Cemetery
Lajitas, Texas
photographed 1.20.2013
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Star-shaped holes
The book Exploring the Big Bend Country (by Peter Koch and June Cooper Price) describes the cemetery in the border town of Lajitas as a “poor man’s cemetery.” The authors go on to state:
“The graves in the Lajitas cemetery are mostly simple mounds covered with a layer of heavy rocks. Here and there a wooden cross is held in place – almost – with blocks of heavy limestone.”
At this particular grave, the sun had baked the white stars completely out of what was left of the flag as it flutters itself into nothingness above the grave of one of the poor men of the border.
Lajitas, Texas
photographed 1.20.2013
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