A weathered wooden cross ravaged by decades of blistering heat and a relentless West Texas sun still stands in Terlingua's barren cemetery. In the fading light of a fall afternoon, the draped, silver beads seem to be a further testament in honor to an anonymous loved one.
Great pic, Jim, and wonderfully processed!
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Beautiful, and great memories of an extra special trip!
ReplyDeleteNice shot, Jim. I like the two crosses. Two, in this case, are much better than one.
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