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pinwheel
It is difficult to imagine a task that’s harder than putting a pink pinwheel on a child’s grave.
St. Libory, Nebraska
photographed 8.30.2014
camo
If you’ve been around my work for more than say 10 to 13 minutes, you know that I photograph a lot of abandoned places. Rarely do I get bad vibes at a location…but this place (the place in the trees, I mean – not the mailboxes) felt very creepy to me. It was almost to the level that I call Murder House. And that’s why there’s just the one photo – sticking around wasn’t a thing I thought I needed to do. You know, in case it WAS a Murder House.
near Danbury, Nebraska
photographed 8.31.2014
Hotel Study #2
That hotel lobby provided a nice range of contrasting shapes, didn’t it?
Kearney, Nebraska
photographed 12.9.2020
cold cold death
I was a junior in high school when my grandfather died; the day of his funeral was bitterly cold, with a hard wind from the north. Of course, since it was in the 1970s and I was an idiot, I wore a very short dress that day, and it took me quite a few days to thaw out. It served me right.
The weather here reminded me of that day. But at least this time, I was more suitably attired.
Blue Hill, Nebraska
photographed 12.11.2020
Memorial Day
It was so cold that it was hard to imagine that Memorial Day, all the way at the end of May, was even a thing that would ever happen.
Blue Hill, Nebraska
photographed 12.11.2020
One Day | One Image 