The missions south of Tucson were the focus of my recent travels to the Southwest.
Pictured here are the physical remains of the convent near the mission church, San Jose de Tumacacori. Nearby, there is a walled cemetery surrounded by old trees where the graves are marked with stones and dark wooden crosses. As I wandered, seeing things "rectangularly" as usual, I snapped away, picking up impressions of clashing cultures emanating from the walls of the church and the hills beyond.
I imagined voices of First Nation peoples going about their business... The old mission church bells were adding their music too, and in my mind, the sonorous tones were accompanied by the chambered echo of chanting Franciscan Monks.
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