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Mom

When I was six years old, my family went on our first-ever camping trip; the Davis Mountains were our destination. Something happened on that trip, I guess, because even now, decades later*, I feel good when I am out in this part of the state. The air is nice, and so is the scenery. The days are beautiful and the nights are even better.
But as good as it feels to me, there is a family somewhere whose mom died along the road. They built her a marker, with “MOM” inside a heart on the cross.
near Fort Davis, Texas
photographed 3.24.2021
*Never you mind how many.
Swim Wear

Way out there in far west Texas, in the middle of the desert, a sign advertising tube rentals and swim wear does seem a little bit out of place. But only until you notice that just across the road is a beautiful spring-fed desert oasis. Then things start to make a little bit more sense.
near Toyahvale, Texas
photographed 3.24.2021