
Surveying the landscape along Bunker Hill, I stopped to photograph another border monument walled into Mexico. Before the fences and walls, the monuments marked the border. I'm actually standing on U.S. soil but on the Mexican side of the wall.
Like a guest registry, the wall is marked with the names and nationalities of the people who crossed it. I am copying down some of their messages, including one from a guy who loves a woman named Aurora very much.














