Climbed through the woods, up the steep face to the lookout. On the way up heard a parked car blaring the latest autotune, expected to find some homeboy and his girlfriend. Instead, a circle of people, lots of leather jackets, heads bowed, arms around each other. Big man in a suit saying a prayer in Spanish.
Crossed the road, made myself scarce, continued up the trail a ways, then stopped and looked down to the lookout. Just in time to see the big man in the suit dump an urn of tan ashes into the wind. The ashes didn’t plaster onto anyone’s face, just swarmed in the air through the crowd.
Nobody seemed to mind a final taste.
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Nice shot Brett. Is that painted?
Beautiful.
@Shalabh: Looked like they used a big black marker.
@ Rosalia: Thanks!
I wonder if these were the friends of the gang killing guy? Remember the photo of the people pouring beer on the roof of his house.