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Not Random. Probably.

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
photographed 5.28.2018

…in dry summer

The news was all bad – accusations and firing people and dry summers and bears.

But on the other hand, it was a long weekend in Santa Fe with friends and good food and laughter. And a lowrider show at the Plaza.

Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 5.26.2018

The Best Skylight

This place we stayed was so nice – comfortable, a good location, interesting art. And the world’s best skylight!

Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 5.26.2018

Towels

You know how there are days when every single thing looks like a photo? I could tell it was going to be one of those days when the first image I made was towels hanging in the bathroom…

I love days like that!

Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 526.2018

black/white

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.


By then, he’d already moved on
Santa Fe, New Mexico

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