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Great-grandmother’s final rest
When my grandparents left Branson, during the Depression, for the hoped-for greener pastures in Texas, they left behind a son who’d died from diptheria when he was only four years old. Later on, my great-grandmother joined him in this desolate little cemetery.
Branson, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
Arcade
I don’t know which of the houses in town was the one my dad grew up in. It might have been this one, with the arched arcade of a porch.
Branson, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
Scene matched my mood
It was one of those gray and sad days where nothing feels quite right. Even the off-kilter light standard matched the way I was feeling.
Levelland, Texas
photographed 11.9.2016
The Saint and the Hollyhocks
And so, another day ends, with the Saint in the sun and his flowers in shadow.
San Francisco de Asis Mission Church
Ranchos de Taos, New Mexico
photographed 7.1.2014
Everything is an illusion
Here’s a little different view of the movie set church from a couple of years ago.
near Lajitas, Texas
photographed 1.20.2013
