Who is being remembered here?
My daughter spied this. How did I miss that?? I think it was at the Elk Rock viewpoint going down Spirit Lake Highway, the only road that heads to Johnston Ridge Observatory at Mt. St Helens. Definitely after the Holfstadt Creek Bridge shown here. Too busy in awe at our first good viewpoint of the mountain. Down below you see the North Fork Toutle River and where you can still see the path of destruction. As you wound your way up the highway, which followed the river very closely, you could gradually see the landscape change from lush green brush and woods right up to the river bank, to a wide valley flattened by the aftermath of the blast. I wonder who is remembered there. Someone from 1980, someone from a roadside accident...? I didn’t venture closer as there are signs everywhere to stay on marked areas and trails, or a fine! I watch too much Northwest Law to disobey that 😂! #mtsthelens#spiritlakehighway#northforktoutleriver#roadsidememorial#mtsthelensnationalvolcanicmonument#washingtonstate#cascademountains#cross#memorialcross#mountains
When death carts me off to the bottomlands, when I begin the long work of rising—
Death, whoever and whatever you are, tallest king of
tall kings, grant me these wishes: unstring my bones;
let me be not one thing but all things, and wondrously
scattered; shake me free from my name. Let the wind, and
the wildflowers, and the catbird never know it. Let
time loosen me like the bead of a flower from its wrappings
of leaves. Let me begin the changes, let me—
Can you imagine a world without certainty?
The wind rises the wind falls.
The gravels of the world,
the stones of the world
are in their proper places.
The vast, writhing
worms of the sea
are in their places.
The white gulls
on the wet rocks
are in their places.
I wasn’t allowed to be a pallbearer because I am a woman: Thinking about my first intensive dye memorial piece from 2012, hand dyed and hand made flowers with handwoven banner, a woman’s labor for grief. Thinking about misogyny in grieving rituals as well as post mortem misogyny in descriptions of a life. Thinkin how social media makes death voyeuristic for the outsider through memorial. Ultimately thinkin how we removed ourselves from the body and death from centuries past. When rituals involved touching the dead and wailing and photographing and I feel like we are gettin back to our dead somehow with photographs and live streams of funerals reminiscent of times when we cut locks of hair as reminders. Feels good.
Jessica M. Sanchez, age 21, beloved and devoted daughter, sister, granddaughter, niece, cousin and friend, passed away Wednesday, July 20, 2011, as a result of an automobile accident. Jessica was a lifelong resident of Cuba, NM.
Her family still lives in Cuba, they want to tell Jessica’s story, searching for the words that should be written here. “It’s been a long day without you, my friend
And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
We've come a long way from where we began
Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
When I see you again.” ~Charlie Puth
Adrian. Only 17. The beginning of the journey on descanso trail. Shot three nights ago as he walked home, a vigil built now in his memory. His grandpa, invited me to their sweet pink porch, lined with grief and a stillness I can’t describe. Adrian called his Granpa Cuate, it means friend in Spanish. I listened, mostly to the still night air, they were unable to talk, still numb. But I could hear. Then, the invitation to return, from his lovely, lovely, mother. When the descanso is ready; when they are ready to tell Adrian’s story, a coffee or a beer. His story will be written here, in the way she wants him remembered. We all want to be remembered. His Granma is honored that he will lead the way up this trail. That’s Adrian’s way. #holdingvigil#rememberme#irreplaceable#adrian#theymissyou#roadsidecrosses#descanso#roadsidememorial#vigil#gonetoosoon#goinghome @descansotrail
I have always stopped at roadside memorials when it’s convenient because it touches me to see the love for those who died in these places. I have never seen one like this. Multiple memorials, the earliest I could see being 1993, the most recent just last year. Teddy bears, photos, bunnies, poems, a crown of thorns made of barbed wire and of course crosses. Sad, and beautiful. Route 180 northwest of Flagstaff. #flagstaff#roadsidememorial
6 hours ago Kobus Fourie lost a son in tragic road fatality. 'My deepest condolences for your loss. I was woken up at 2am this morning by your son's passing'
Hope his girlfriend recovers well in hospital.
Took this photos two years ago when working on a project in California's Central Valley. This is a place that provides more than half of produce grown in the US. This is also a land of pollution, poverty, inequality, and dangerous roads. Dangerous roads crowned by beautiful yet heartbreaking roadside memorials. These ofrendas are there to remember and honor the departed. Brown hardworking people away from the coast, (possibly) away from home, chasing the so-called American dream, and risking their lives every day in brutal crops and roads. QEPD. #tbt#california#roadsidememorial#throwbackthursday#rip