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death comes
I really like to photograph cemeteries and on a recent trip to New Mexico, they were really calling to me. Calling to me photographically, I mean, not in a “why don’t you come join us?” way.
The textures, the symbols, the stories that remain mysterious to me, the cultural and geographical differences all draw me in. And once I’m drawn in, you know for sure I’ll make photos.
Lamy, New Mexico
photographed 3.30.2024
telephone jesus
Is Jesus always on this telephone pole (and another Jesus on the next pole, too)? Or was it because I was there on Easter weekend?
Obviously I need to go back and verify. Because research is important.
Lamy, New Mexico
photographed 3.30.2024
cloud/line
Sometimes things just line up the right way. Sometimes that’s just a saying, but also: it can be literal.
Lamy, New Mexico
photographed 3.30.2024
gravel
Say you and your friend are out for the day, photographing all the cool things you can find.
And say that it’s nearing the end of the day and you’re both getting tired and ready to be home and it’s getting easier and easier to talk yourselves out of stopping.
And, then, say you pass by the abandoned gravel place in a tiny town…
Regina, New Mexico
photographed 3.31.2024
santa rosa’s cross
Spanish settlers came to this area in the 1700s, bringing their Catholic faith with them.
These adobe walls are what remains from the Santa Rosa de Lima de Abiquiú church; the sign in front suggests the building dates from 1734. It’s gradually melting away, the way roofless adobe buildings do, which definitely makes it worthy of a photo stop.
As I always do when I am in the presence of ancient adobe, I placed the palms of my hand against the old walls for a moment. I could feel the scratch of straw from the adobe, the warmth radiating back into my hand, and – maybe – some of the spirit of the place.
near Abiquiú, New Mexico
photographed 3.31.2024
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