The sudden violence of the impact, my shock at seeing the driver crushed under his truck, and the realization that he'd been alive, healthy, and whole moments before seem as fresh now as it was that day. A couple of years ago, I began to photograph roadside memorials on occasion. Many are quite complex, including photographs, favorite possessions, poems and prayers. Others are nothing more than a simple cross and a name. At some locations, multiple crosses make it sadly clear that more than one person was killed.
Red ribbons are a poignant reminder of the dangers of drunken driving at some.
Each marks a life snuffed out violently, often in youth.