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Things held sacred

You other photographers know exactly how this works: you’re driving along and see something (let’s say a wooden cross mounted on a fence in front of an abandoned house, to pick something at random), and you drive right by. Then, maybe a mile or two down the road,  you start to think that maybe you should have stopped to photograph  it. But you drive on for maybe another mile before you convince yourself that you need to get that shot. And then it takes a minute or two to get to a place where you can turn around, and then maybe you have to drive past it a little ways to find a place to make that second turn-around. And then, there you are. With the cross, just like you spotted it from the car, nicely framed between two different-height fence posts.

Just a normal-ish drive, right?

Ward County, Texas
photographed 7.15.2018



Dangerous driving, illustrated by this roadside memorial.

For many years, I photographed roadside memorials (like this one) as part of an ongoing project,* but it had been almost a decade since I’d stopped at one. I don’t know why this one captured my attention enough to make two u-turns to get to it, but it did. And so it was that there, in the heat and the prickly weeds and serenaded by locusts, I examined the relics of a life that ended where I stood.

Ward County, Texas
photographed 7.12.2015

* I think “ongoing project” sounds a lot better than “unfinished project.”

March 25

Along State Highway 18, where it intersects Farm Road 1219, is a tiny town called Royalty.

Maybe it was hit by a tornado. Or maybe it was hit by bad luck. At any rate, the 2000 census listed the population as 0 and the 2010 census failed to offer an opinion on the matter.

Royalty, Texas

photographed 12.19.2012

PS – Just like this place, Google Maps locates Royalty, Texas, in the wrong location. In case you wondered.

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