I’m not sure if it’s a bad habit or the right thing to do. I find it difficult, especially on a clear day, to pass by a roadside memorial without stopping. There’s a strange moment when I’m crossing the road against traffic or standing in the highway between passing cars searching for the right spot to stand when I think of myself as the next marker at the same place and what I fool I am for even attempting to shoot the photo.
Roadside memorials are common in Ohio. The state typically removes any installations on a major highway right of way angering the families who reinstall the crosses and flowers until that stage of dying that necessitates public observance passes. Most of the rural ones slowly fade and disappear. The most unique I’ve seen is at left. The tree’s wound is healing itself slowly sealing over a photo of it’s victim placed in the gash by family or friend.
Today’s photo, at top, is adjacent frames at a site I found near Coshocton yesterday while traveling on assignment.
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