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L. P. Sloan: born, died
This tell us all we need to know. Or, at least, all we will ever know.
Shafter, Texas
photographed 11.4.2017
The valiant effort, doomed
They tried, the builder of that adobe wall between two abandoned buildings. But it looks like the new wall will soon meet the predicable fate of the other buildings. In fact, the adobes are already starting to erode, returning to the dirt they’re made from.
Shafter, Texas
photographed 11.4.2017
Church Reflections
The town’s hermit monk walked down the hill from the highway and waited patiently (which I guess is something hermit monks are good at) while I got this shot. Then we had a chat. As you do with hermit monks, I guess.
Shafter, Texas
photographed 11.4.2017
Viva
Most of the markers in the cemetery were modest white crosses, but along the back someone had made a large memorial to their departed family member.
Many years ago, I was a calligrapher, a hobby I slid into from a career as an architectural drafter. (In some ways, lettering is lettering.) And although it’s been a while since I picked up my pens, I still notice lettering. And the “Vivo Cristo Rey” painted on this memorial was my very favorite thing in the cemetery.
Shafter, Texas
photographed 11.4.2017
The Descent
Coming down the narrow stairs from the loft gives photographers a nice view of the church.
It was peaceful inside this space; I felt calm when I left after a happy hour of making photos.
Sacred Heart of Jesus Catholic Church
Shafter, Texas
photographed 11.4.2017
One Day | One Image 