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but treasures slowly fade
I have a thing for houses that have fallen so far down that I can see all the way through them. I’m not sure why, don’t know where this came from, but you can count on me to give a careful side-eye to every ramshackle house I go by just in case it’s got The View.
And in a shadow of a dead branch, and really, there’s not much else I could even hope for.
Bellview, New Mexico
photographed 8.31.2025
gate-implied fence
I can’t really decide if the presence of the gate implies a fence or if it’s the other way around. Or if it even matters.
But besides that philosophical situation, here’s a photo that captures the entirety of the town of Inez, New Mexico.
Inez, New Mexico
photographed 8.17.2025
fire/investigation
A house had burnt down. The only part still completely standing was the chimney, which was how I noticed the place initially. There was a fence but the gate was open, which I took as an invitation to pull off the road and have a look around.
On the south side of the house, away from the road, was a debris field. I saw an oven, a ladle, about a million nails, chunks of melted glass, ashes, bundles of burnt wire, and two cans of paint. There were photographs waiting to made everywhere I looked, and I did what I could to get them all.
near Milnesand, New Mexico
photographed 8.17.2025
roadside wings
The clouds seem to mirror the wings on the cross, like the spirit of the person has ascended skyward.
Bailey County, Texas
photographed 8.17.2025
life’s hard road
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
One Day | One Image 