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Hooper
The helmet caught my eye – and it would have caught yours, too, I think – as it’s not a typical thing to spot in a cemetery.
Much sadness: Nathan Hooper was 27 years old when he died and had only been married about a year and a half; his safety helmet seems ironic.
Pontotoc, Texas
photographed 2.16.2020
Natural Processes
We’ve all got to pee, and we’re all going to die. And it’s all right here, in the disturbingly-named Baby Head Cemetery.
Baby Head Cemetery
Llano County, Texas
photographed 2.16.2020
Truck, stopped
I guess it’s probably been a day or two since someone dropped their truck off for servicing. But it doesn’t look like it’s quite ready yet, does it?
Richland Springs, Texas
photographed 2.16.2020
All the diamonds
My college boyfriend – let’s call him “Steve”* – and I spent a weekend in this town back in the day. His grandmother lived here and so did an aunt and we went to visit. My only clear recollections of that trip are that Steve and I climbed up the cliff behind the town and that his grandmother said I looked like Haley Mills. (Editor: Nope. I did not look one bit like Haley Mills. Maybe she told all of Steve’s girlfriends that story.)
The other thing I learned is that the town’s name, as pronounced by the locals, is “Santy Anna” with the words sort of mashed together into one.
And this? This is the side entrance to the church.
First United Methodist Church
Santa Anna, Texas
photographed 2.17.2020
*The main reason we should call him Steve is that was his actual name.
