celestial manifestation
Four months ago I was in Maine, where I spent the better part of three days inside a one-room building in the woods. I wasn’t held prisoner there, which is sort of the way that first sentence sounded when I re-read it.
Rather, it was photography workshop, an immersive look at the South Solon Meetinghouse. I posted some photos from here earlier, but it’s taken me some time/space to be ready to think more about that time. The schedule for the trip was ridiculous when compared with what I had going on at the very same time: I was in the middle of writing a huge grant at my (real) job and didn’t really have the time to give to this endeavor. But this was a place that I’d wanted to see for myself and I didn’t plan on letting the opportunity slide by without me. We were a small, compatible group. Our work there swung from quiet writing time, to solo photo-taking, to helping each other get “the” shot we were chasing, to giving our own unique* interpretations on the frescoes, to laughing, to crying, to just…being there.
It was what I needed to do. That grant could (and did) wait. And I came home a different (and maybe better) person than before.
South Solon Meetinghouse
Solon, Maine
photographed 3.19.2026
soccer/dance
Here’s another shot of Bennett – she’s the one right in the center. But check out that other player’s position!
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.12.2026
soccer/girl
If you’ve been following my photos for a while, I bet you’ve seen more than one of my granddaughter, Bennett. She’s going into the seventh grade in the fall and loves sports. It doesn’t much matter WHICH sport; she likes them all and is one of those people who has natural athletic ability. She’s played soccer since she was four, and it’s her first love. She also plays volleyball, basketball, and golf, and runs cross country and track. And if her school offered fencing or water polo or bobsledding, she’d do that stuff, too.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.12.2026
here we are now going to the south side
I saw this the other morning on my way to work – the light was good, sort of bouncing around the V-shape of the sign but I was camera-less. I went back the next morning to get a photo, but there was a guy on a riding lawnmower, cutting down all the tall grass that I’d liked the day before. On the third day*, I went back and this time the sprinklers were going, but I braved the elements to get the shot.
Now that I see it, though, I am not sure it was worth the effort.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.10.2026
*Yes, I do crack myself up. Thanks for asking.
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