Kfin

Not the usual descanso I photograph. Kfin Karuo didn’t die in a car crash; he was shot by the police who had been investigating him for a variety of crimes.

He was twenty eight years old.

The situation is, in a word, complex, but his memorial is exactly the type I have been photographing and so when a Redditor alerted me to the location I grabbed my camera and went.

If I didn’t know the story I would have assumed it was a shrine like all the others and that the deceased died in a car. Nothing visibly differentiates this descanso from the last one hundred or, likely, the next one hundred.

The memorial is from 2021 but is clearly still visited, still maintained, and still part of his beloved one’s lives. It’s on a little barrier between the road and the double-wide trailers in the neighborhood on the North side of the street.

I am choosing to not dig into the details of Kfin’s death since I don’t think this is really the place for that. Every death is sad, and so many of the descansos I have photographed are remembering people who really, honestly, should still be with us. Bad decisions, largely, have led to my being there with a camera, and bad decisions come in many, many shapes and sizes.

Rest in peace, Kfin.