I traveled West this past weekend far beyond the roads I’d traveled in a long time and into a past just on the cusp of memory. I journeyed home for my cousin’s graduation from my ancestral family home in Hondo, Texas. It’s a 6 hour trip from Dallas that runs the length of I-35 and then through some of the finest land in all of Texas via Bexar and Medina County.
Got a chance to truly remember my photographic and familial roots as I documented the whole of a historic Black cemetery, the development and health of one of my old hometowns that I once photographed with my old 35mm, and retrace that which I once knew. Some bittersweet moments, but overall a smashing success.
I took so many pictures that I thought I would never have to visit again, but since it took me 12 years to come home this time, I promised I would not let another 12 years pass by before I did so again.
Here’s this week’s highlights:
I have to call direct attention to this picture because of all the things that stood out this weekend and having memory of what yesterday (June 6th, D Day) was, too often we forget the sacrifices of those who have come before. Before we were fighting abroad, we were fighting here at home. There are those who sacrificed their lives in the hopes that their descendants would not have to deal with the same lives that they led.
Out in that field on Saturday beneath a hot Texas sun in a field neglected by many and remembered by only a select few, I found a collection of men and women who did the aforementioned. Folks who served in World War I, World War II, Vietnam, and other battles (here against the prejudice of the South).
To those people, I dedicate this entry.
You are NOT forgotten.
The “From the Road” series continues on Thursday and I will add links to the updated works on Thursday along with MORE pictures from my journey into the West. See ya then!