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Pan, at a cemetery in Central Texas
A conversation with myself, in the cemetery:
Me: That statue looks…weird.
Me: Pan? It’s a statue of Pan? What the hell?
(pause for photos)
(also pause while I thought about the character of Pan in Tom Robbins’s book Jitterbug Perfume, and how my friend Laurie and I co-wrote a poem about the book and some other stuff and how that poem had the memorable [!] lines “seemed only right for a woman who was fond of fucking around/with seriousness, sanctity, syntax.”)
Me: Why is there a statue of Pan?
Me: He’s a pagan god!
Me: Wait. Who am I to say he’s pagan? Do I get to decide that? Or is it just my own Judeo-Christian background showing up?
Me: Wait. How am I going to refer to Pan in my blog post? Can I say “pagan” or what?
***
I am sorry to had to see what goes in my head. I hope you can recover from it.
Fairmount Cemetery
San Angelo, Texas
photographed 11.24.2018
Tentacles and the toilet
The door was already open, so I had a clear view of this scene from quite a ways off. Not the usual thing I see in cemeteries, and not even the weirdest thing in this one. (Come back tomorrow to see what that was. You’ll [probably] be as surprised as I was.)
Fairmount Cemetery
San Angelo, Texas
photographed 11.24.2018
You can’t trust reflections
Sometimes a technically bad image turns out not so bad, after all.
Like this one, which I liked so much when I saw it on the back screen of my camera that I didn’t even try to get a “good” shot. (Also, since I was taking pictures in a restroom, I was hurrying in order to not get caught…)
Hotel Settles
Big Spring, Texas
photographed 11.23.2018
