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Cyril and Methodius (and their church)
In addition to their cemetery, the brother saints Cyril and Methodius have a church.
I can’t even tell you how much I like to find a church with an unlocked door…
near Buckholts, Texas
photographed 11.25.2017
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
A crack in everything
After I was through inside the church – this was the last interior photo I made – it was time to walk around the building. As I made it around to the side that faces the highway, I saw him. The monk. He was on his way to the mailboxes.
In a minute, he came down the hill, and stopped for a chat. He talked about the town, the Mennonites who live just across the border in Mexico, the weather, Minnesota (where he’s from), a 1940 murder at the liquor store* and showed me the bullet holes, and gave me directions to the cemetery.
But you know what? I never told him about the icon, partly from residual shyness that still pops up from time to time, and partly because it seemed a little too fan-girl.
The whole encounter starts to seem like it was more of a dream than anything else, but I can see clearly his dusty brown robe, his desert boots, his long reddish beard…
Shafter, Texas
photographed 11.4.2017
* True.




