I took this photograph in northern New Mexico in 2015. A friend was driving me around and stopped to show me a small chapel; I was more taken with the churchyard. I’ve always liked the image but don’t ask me why… I don’t know. Was it the 2 graves stones? Why only two? Was it the buildings beyond the fence? Or the fence itself? The absence of people? The sky?
I keep coming back to this photo and I don’t know why. I don’t expect anyone to like it; why would they? But I feel something captivating here... perhaps it’s just the string of questions.