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Their predictable fate
This was my third attempt to get this shot. The first time the clouds were badly exposed (guess whose fault that was?!) and I couldn’t get that adequately resolved Photoshop/Silver Efex. The second time I just wasn’t feeling it and the results that time were worse, and not better.
So, on this trip, we pulled off the road just so I could try again. Third time, charms, and all that.
As always, there is something that seems discouraging about the Famous Artists display at the cemetery.
Shafter, Texas
photographed 3.25.2021
No explanation is forthcoming
I do not have any idea – not even a flimsy theory – why a trailer-load of washing machines would be parked in front of a gutted building that was once (apparently) a flower shop. Your guess is as good as mine.
Presidio, Texas
photographed 3.25.2021
Another kind of border wall
The river, of course, is the international border between the United States and Mexico. The cliffs are in Mexico and those grasses are in the United States.
Big Bend Ranch State Park, Texas
photographed 3.25.2021
Cliffs across the border
In the foreground, the Rio Grande. And over there, past the water and those trees are cliffs. International cliffs, really, since they are in Mexico.
Big Bend Ranch State Park, Texas
photographed 3.25.2021
Jesús Vega, redone
Sometimes amazing, unbelievable things happen.
In early 2013, I visited the cemetery in Terlingua and made this image of the grave marker for Jesús Vega:
Years passed (eight of them) and I was once again in the Terlingua cemetery. I’d made my way all the way around, almost, when I saw something that was nearly unbelievable:
Terlingua Ghost Town, Texas
photographed 1.20.2013 and 3.25.2021
