I recently read Don DeLillo's priceless novel White Noise, motivated to do so when I found the below passage from it in a collection of essays by David Foster Wallace. It reminds me of all the back-and-forth I see in social media about photographing, over and over again, the icons of our American landscape; monuments and scenes that adorn every calendar in the nation, the Arches, Half Domes, and Canyons both Grand and modest all with a permanent cadre of photographers dutifully stationed before them, 24-hours a day. It's why I took this photograph and why I'm posting DeLillo's view of what's going on here. Just substitute "rock" for "barn" as you read.
Soon the signs started appearing. THE MOST PHOTOGRAPHED BARN IN AMERICA. We counted five signs before we reached the site. There were forty cars and a tour bus in the makeshift lot. We walked along a cowpath to the slightly elevated site set aside for viewing and photographing. All the people had cameras; some had tripods, telephoto lenses, filter kits. A man in a booth sold postcards and slides--pictures of the barn taken from the elevated spot. We stood near a grove of trees and watched the photographers. Murray maintained a prolonged silence, occasionally scrawling some notes in little book.
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