Like most photographers, I have certain scenes that I am attracted to, that are meaningful to me.

About 1997 I started photographing roadside crosses; it was an exceedingly odd thing for me to do, because I would never considered myself to be a photographer. But there was a voice in my head, a feeling in my soul that I *had* to do it. I tried to ignore it as long as I could but eventually that voice became too much to ignore. For a decade, I photographed these memorials, first using a point-and-shoot film camera, then moving on to a very basic digital camera; I almost never photographed anything except these sad memorials.

Then one day, I was done. With the project, and with photography.

Only of course I wasn’t: two years later I took up posting a daily image and here I still am, shooting and posting my way through.

And eleven days ago, I stopped at a roadside memorial. Some things just don’t relinquish their hold on you.

Bailey County, Texas
photographed 8.17.2025