This photo has been on my desktop for several months. It was taken in 2006 while making my way back to the airport in Lubbock from Roswell. I took the scenic route since Hobbs isn’t exactly along the direct route. I like photographing cemeteries and have a small collection taken throughout West TX along the 380.
There are some names I recongnized as I drove along the path. Names of parents/grandparents of kids I went to elementry school with. A couple of names of people my own age that I knew when I was living in Hobbs. You never know where people are going to end up.
I walked amongst the gravestones decorated in season. Standing next to one I looked southwest over the fence at the vast flatness of the landscape while the wind whispered song. I listened for a moment and gazed into my own memory and recalled her voice, her warm embrace. My mom still lives in my heart.