María de Jesús: that was the name on this roadside cross.
The road is straight here as it crosses the narrow plain between mountain ranges. I was lulled by the post-post-post rhythm of the fence. Post. Post. Post. All straight, all evenly spaced. Until this one, the broken one, with the jagged end pointing directly toward María’s cross.
I’d never have seen it otherwise.
near Marfa, Texas