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…and the walls came down, 3
I spent the hour I had to fill up walking around the collapsed church wall, taking photos and getting a little bit teary thinking of how one of the things I’d come to count on seeing in Santa Rosa was just…gone.
I presume that the thunderstorm’s winds the afternoon before had pushed those walls down, so that meant they were only standing for an hour or so after I saw them leaning away from the rest of the building.
The thing is that people drove by while I was there and no one stopped or slowed down or even (as far as I could tell) glanced over to see what had happened. It hurt my feelings, which is sort of ridiculous and also made perfect sense.
Now I am worried that by the time I get back over there, the other three walls will be down, too.
Saint Rose of Lima Cemetery
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 7.31.2022
…and the walls came down, 2
I’ve been here many times, so many times that I nearly didn’t go on this particular day. I had an hour or so to wander and without making a conscious decision to go back, I found myself making the turn from Lake Drive to South 3rd Street.
I was a half-block away when I saw the devastation. It quite literally took my breath away. And it illustrates why going back to a familiar location is not a bad idea: even if you think you know what’s there, you may be surprised.
Saint Rose of Lima Cemetery
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 7.31.2022
…and the walls came down, 1
On Saturday, July 20, 2022, at about three o’clock in the afternoon, I saw this church building. The north wall was leaning out a little more than it had been on my previous stop.
About an hour later, a thunderstorm came through town, bringing heavy rain and strong winds. By six o’clock, the storm had passed and clear skies had returned.
And then, the next morning, that wall was all the way down.
Saint Rose of Lima Cemetery
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 7.31.2022
college kids
I have a soft spot in my heart for college kids: they seem so young, they’re vulnerable but maybe don’t know it, they try so hard. Sometimes when I see a college student eating alone, I want to (1) cry, (2) go sit with them, (3) buy their lunch, and sometimes (4) call up their mom. I know it’s weird, and I can’t help it.
So this sign telling college students when they could get a food box? Goodness, it broke my heart.
Teague, Texas
photographed 8.15.2021
PS – the tendency of people my age to blame all the wrongs of society on college-age kids really pisses me off. I mean, things are the way they are because that’s what we left for them. They JUST GOT HERE. Give them a chance and give them a break. [End of speech.]




