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Angels are the first to go
My patient spouse, who grew up in Nebraska and is much more familiar with snow than I am, is the one who recognized the remains of someone’s snow angel in front of this church.
Las Trampas, New Mexico
photographed 12.24.2015
Blocked
The thing about going someplace like Santa Fe is that all the regular stuff has been photographed about a million times. (I’ve made those shots, too: it’s some kind of law or Photographer’s Code or something, I think.)
But after that’s out of the way, it’s time for peering down alleys. And walking around back.
And that’s how you find a short alley, blocked by a trash container, with a discarded Christmas tree in the far corner.
I like it a lot better than another photo of the Palace of the Governors.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 12.24.1015
Looking Forward by Looking Backward
Last year, I posted a photo of the world’s creepiest doll. (You’re welcome for taking you back to THAT nightmare.)
And here’s another shot of the same doll. That reflection in the window makes it look like she’s glancing back over her shoulder to see what’s in front of her.
South Plains, Texas
photographed 2.14.2015
Outhouse
This remote country cemetery was a few miles down a dirt road; in addition to the things you expect to see at a cemetery (graves, for example), this one had a picnic arbor, so you could have a nice lunch after the burying was done.
And, it had a couple of outhouses, too. This is the larger of the two – it was what we call around here a “three holer.” You can probably figure out what that means…
Red Mud Cemetery
near Spur, Texas
photographed 3.14.2015
The Young Explorer
You know that I don’t take photos of people. Unless they are my granddaughters.
Or, unless I notice an intrepid young explorer, heading out on a big adventure.
El Mercado
San Antonio, Texas
photographed 9.6.2015
One Day | One Image 