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the world as we knew it, 3
If you were to draw a line from Buddy Holly’s grave to my parents’ graves, it would intersect this statue by noted sculptor Charles Umlauf.
I’ve photographed it and written about the statue’s history in a previous post. This time, when I went to photograph it I was in a different mood than that post – less documentary and more emotional. And so that’s how this image earned a spot in my new series that I am calling “the world as we knew it.”
Charles Umlauf sculpture “Guardian Angel”
City of Lubbock Cemetery
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.21.2022
sometimes death seems far away
Up in the mountains above Albuquerque alongside the road that’ll take you the back way to Santa Fe, there’s a little cemetery wedged between a Burger Boy and a gas station. It’s a humble, unassuming place. Unless you count the clouds and the tiny bit of light on those graves.
Cedar Crest, New Mexico
photographed 7.1.2016
french dreams
From June of 2017 until just the other day, I really thought this photo was unusable. And maybe I was right, and we’d’ve all been better off if it had stayed safely hidden away in a Lightroom catalog somewhere..
But, also, maybe I was wrong – this rendition of it reminds me of the way Paris felt: sort of golden and dreamy. With wine.
Ladurée
Paris
photographed 6.11.2017
fishing
Yes, of course I had to look over the bridge railing to see what was going on on the river level. No surprises, really, other than the way the sun hit that fishing line.
Chicago, Illinois
photographed 6.30.2022
One Day | One Image 