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Mojave Desert California cemetery 2022 02
I was dragging around camera gear exploring an area the maps claimed was a remote mining district. I was searching for headworks or any interesting photos of local history. The question to be answered: "What's out there?" There may have been a thousand rusty cans and broken glass bottles. Using the planned approach based on the study of maps, there were problems. Parts of the road were deep sand and my air compressor was back at home. There were some narrow places in the road with concrete pieces on each side. I stopped exploring after tripping over this cemetery along the road. What was odd: none of the graves seemed to have any markings. The identities of the buried is private. Is this some faith tradition I'd never heard of? Is there a local who holds records attaching names to grave sites? I only have questions. No answers.
The cemetery has a wire fence with wood posts around it. There are three headstones made from traditional rock. All other graves were marked with remnants of wooden crosses or with wooden crosses.
There are power lines out here. I had data about some no trespassing signs and had programmed coordinates into my GPS so I would avoid crossing into the marked private property. There were some energetic ravens. Abandoned cars. Blue sky. No wind or noise.
I shot about twelve frames and like this one best.
It's natural to die. …Everything that gets born, dies. …As long as we can love each other, and remember that feeling of love we had, we can die without really ever going away. All the love you created is still there. You live on — in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here.
— Morris S. 'Morrie' Schwartz
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Mojave Desert California cemetery 2022 02
I was dragging around camera gear exploring an area the maps claimed was a remote mining district. I was searching for headworks or any interesting photos of local history. The question to be answered: "What's out there?" There may have been a thousand rusty cans and broken glass bottles. Using the planned approach based on the study of maps, there were problems. Parts of the road were deep sand and my air compressor was back at home. There were some narrow places in the road with concrete pieces on each side. I stopped exploring after tripping over this cemetery along the road. What was odd: none of the graves seemed to have any markings. The identities of the buried is private. Is this some faith tradition I'd never heard of? Is there a local who holds records attaching names to grave sites? I only have questions. No answers.
The cemetery has a wire fence with wood posts around it. There are three headstones made from traditional rock. All other graves were marked with remnants of wooden crosses or with wooden crosses.
There are power lines out here. I had data about some no trespassing signs and had programmed coordinates into my GPS so I would avoid crossing into the marked private property. There were some energetic ravens. Abandoned cars. Blue sky. No wind or noise.
I shot about twelve frames and like this one best.
It's natural to die. …Everything that gets born, dies. …As long as we can love each other, and remember that feeling of love we had, we can die without really ever going away. All the love you created is still there. You live on — in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here.
— Morris S. 'Morrie' Schwartz
Please do not copy this image.
Journalism Grade Image.
Source: cropped from a 4,200x2800 16-bit TIF file.