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Diamond View
I had the idea that I needed to go look around my mother’s hometown. So I did.
Some people have the fondest of memories about things they did with their grandparents – storybook things like making cookies or going fishing or re-telling family tales or laughing or having that feeling of being loved no matter what. That is not my experience. I have a single, mostly spotty memory, of my grandmother and I decorating a birthday cake. And not one memory at all of doing anything with my grandfather. (I was a timid child and he scared me – he was gruff and said “goddam” and smoked cigarettes, and I wasn’t used to any of those things.)
So my childhood memories of this town are pretty limited. On this visit, the only way I could find their house was through a set of triangulations that involved a row of elm trees on the edge of a schoolyard and a memory of the path I walked from the house to the trees.
Nothing else seemed even vaguely familiar. But I’m not sure why I expected anything else, given my history with the place.
Sonora, Texas
photographed 1.27.2022
Wall of Many Colors
“What color is your place?”
“Yes.”
(an imaginary conversation)
Camp Wood, Texas
photographed 1.28.2022
Candy Jars
Look! People! Two of them, in one photo!
But more importantly, check out all the delightful candy options.
Junction, Texas
photographed 1.27.2022
Little Joe is creepy
Everything about this is creepy – from the death of 16 month old child, to the man-looking face to the oddly shaped feet to the giant-size hands to the fact that the man/child seems to be resting his head on a book. So naturally, I made a photograph.
Menard, Texas
photographed 1.29.2022
Sky Wire
The last row of family plots, at the top of a hill, had fences around them. I don’t know if they were trying to keep people/spirits in or out. But I do know that I made this photo from inside one of those grave-cages, so maybe they aren’t as effective as they were meant to be?
Menard, Texas
photographed 1.29.2022
One Day | One Image 