I drive by this road often, and this is one of my favorite barns to photograph, on this bitterly cold cloudy day I stopped to try and read the markers, only Shirley’s name is left, I remember reading about an accident involving motorcycles last year in which three people were killed, but I am not sure who Shirley was, somebody thinks of her often, brings flowers, clears out the markers.

Shirley’s marker is framed by a Raw Milk sign and an old barn, there are a lot of messages in this photo about loss and gain, and life going on. Life does go on, but Shirley and her companions are very much remembered. I like taking photos of the marker two or three times a year, I think of Shirley also once in awhile.

In our impersonal world, these crosses dot our roads and highways, our world moves on quickly, love does not forget.