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What waits at the end of the road
What waits at the end of this particular road, in a cemetery, is a small, concrete block building with a locked door.
Let’s hope that’s not really what the end has for us.
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My friend Sue Wallis passed away this week; her memorial service is today. Sue was a fine poet and a good woman, and she left the earth too soon. Her husband Rod McQueary passed away in December 2012, also much too soon.
Here’s a Sue, reciting a poem in which her love for Rod is palpable. I miss them both.
Elm Grove Cemetery
Alpine, Texas
photographed 1.19.2013
The anonymous church
You’ll have to take my word for that this place was a church; I base my opinion on the three large crosses on the side of the building that you can’t see in this photo. There wasn’t a sign anywhere around, and the map of Slaton, which notes quite a few other churches in the neighborhood, doesn’t say what this place is.
My usual route into town was blocked by a train, so I took the road next to the tracks, and when the pavement ended, I turned toward town and found a way that brought me to a part I’d never seen before. There’s a very good chance that you’ll see more shots from this neighborhood over the next few days….
Slaton, Texas
photographed 1.25.2014
Satellite
I spend around an hour and half every day in my car, driving back and forth to work. I listen to the radio* all the time. I have a lot of random lyrics stuck in my head.
Sometimes those lyrics pop up when I am not expecting them. Like when I saw this house and its four satellite dishes, and there was Dave Matthews in my head, singing:
Satellite dish in my yard
Tell me more, tell me more
Who’s the king of your Satellite Castle?
If you want this song in YOUR head (and who wouldn’t want that, really?), here’s a handy link.
Slaton, Texas
photographed 1.25.2014
*This is neither here nor there (probably), but I listen to satellite radio.
Scene (not seen)
I’ve had this idea in my head for a long time; it finally made enough noise that I couldn’t ignore it any longer.
Who knows if what we see is real? Or what else might be there that we miss? Or what’s real?
Castro County, Texas
photographed 1.29.2012
Angel branches
If you ask me, the best thing to see in Chicago is the Graceland Cemetery; its website proclaims it to be a Chicago treasure, and I certainly agree with that.
I was glad I visited early in the spring, before the trees had leafed out – otherwise I’d have not seen this angel, or at least not seen her this way.
I’ve posted other shots from this cemetery, including illustrating what acid rain does to statues, an odd combination of flowers and a serpent, and a statue that inspired a poem.
If you go, be sure to stop off at the office, where you can get a map showing the location of the most famous dead people there. You’ll be surprised at how many you’ve heard of.
Graceland Cemetery
Chicago, Illinois
photographed 4.16.2013
