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Succubus
Eighteen years ago I wrote a poem called “Incubus.”
And now, here’s the other side of the situation.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 3.26.2021
Niño Tomás
A tiny hand-made concrete marker where niño Tomás lies. And behind him, someone else’s wood cross has fallen to the ground.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 3.26.2021
Their predictable fate
This was my third attempt to get this shot. The first time the clouds were badly exposed (guess whose fault that was?!) and I couldn’t get that adequately resolved Photoshop/Silver Efex. The second time I just wasn’t feeling it and the results that time were worse, and not better.
So, on this trip, we pulled off the road just so I could try again. Third time, charms, and all that.
As always, there is something that seems discouraging about the Famous Artists display at the cemetery.
Shafter, Texas
photographed 3.25.2021
No explanation is forthcoming
I do not have any idea – not even a flimsy theory – why a trailer-load of washing machines would be parked in front of a gutted building that was once (apparently) a flower shop. Your guess is as good as mine.
Presidio, Texas
photographed 3.25.2021
Another kind of border wall
The river, of course, is the international border between the United States and Mexico. The cliffs are in Mexico and those grasses are in the United States.
Big Bend Ranch State Park, Texas
photographed 3.25.2021
One Day | One Image 