There are 64,331 interments in the National Cemetery in Santa Fe. I chose this one, more or less randomly, to photograph because I could get a good angle on the graves and flags. And the desiccated rose was nice, too.
And then it got weird: turns out that Kay Wiest was a photographer: the Kay Wiest Negative Collection (4,000 4×5 negatives) documents her work as a staff photographer at the Institute of American Indian Arts from 1964-1971.
So, maybe it wasn’t a random selection, after all.
Santa Fe National Cemetery
Santa Fe, New Mexico
A year ago this week, I took a class at the Santa Fe Photographic Workshops. Without going into detail, I’ll just say that I hated it. Two days in, I wanted to come home, but my Patient Spouse and a photographer friend of mine talked me off that particular cliff. I still hated the class, though.
The last night, I hardly slept at all. About 2 or 3 in the morning, I looked over and saw one shirt hanging up in my closet; I made a photo with my iPhone since I didn’t have anything else really going on.
Today, I found out that image was accepted into a show at the A Smith Gallery in Johnson City, Texas. The show, black/white, will be up from August 4 – September 10, with a reception on August 26. Elizabeth Avedon was the juror.
So, it just goes to show, doesn’t it, that terrible weeks can sometimes bring good results.