Circumstances are such that so much of my photography these days consists of documenting every nook and cranny of Charlottesville, paying attention to each structure, looking for any way in which the landscape of the city has changed. One such change in my neighborhood is a series of memorials along a nearby street known for its danger to drivers and pedestrians alike. Several people have died on this street in recent months, and their families have erected markers along the median, each one a remembrance of a different life loss. I decided, one afternoon, to take pictures of them, since I see them as a kind of testament to one of the ways in which this city has failed its residents.