since 1968
Sometimes I see things that make me want to ask a lot of questions. In this case, though, I’ve only got one: what, exactly, happened in 1967 to inspire someone to decide the very next year that they trusted in God?
I would prefer the answer to be specific.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 10.3.2026
buddy (crying/waiting/hoping)
I’ve driven by this mural a thousand times. I’ve stopped once.
From the street it looks mostly OK, but up close and from a low angle, poor ol’ Buddy’s glasses look like maybe he needs to get over and buy some new ones.
Additionally, the mortar joints and his eyes line up just right, give the impression that he’s weeping.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 10.3.2026
bar (b-que)
Yet another out-of-business place in town…but at least the sky was interesting.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 10.3.2026
the apples
This is pretty and decor-y and just the right amount of colorful.
But it’s not really aspirational: no table in my house will look like this. Ever.
At least until I obtain a decorative ceramic hand…
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 9.20.2026
simple offerings
People passed by these adobe ruins and left stones; maybe as a remembrance, maybe as a tribute, maybe to show that they were walking life’s path and had made it this far.
It was the most profound thing I saw all day.
Santa Rosa de Lima
near Abiquiu, New Mexico
photographed 9.19.2026
