keeper of cosmic and moral balance
Really, out here if you say “We had a windy day.” it’s redundant: every day – every damn one of them! – is windy.
(I reached out to the visitors’ bureau folks to see if they wanted to sponsor this post. They declined, citing my “poor attitude” and “tendency to exaggerate” and a few other things.)
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 5.10.2026
bottom of the barrel
The first time I ever looked into a cemetery trash barrel I felt guilty, like I was intruding on something I didn’t need to know about.
And maybe I was.
But I still do look inside of them. This one that I saw the other day in Oklahoma made me sad: all that’s left of someone’s birthday wishes to their beloved, deceased person was an R and an I. That’s not much, is it?
Mountain View Cemetery
Mountain View, Oklahoma
photographed 4.25.2026
night/terror
No surprise to anyone that’s seen more than, say, four of my photos: I can’t go very long without posting some kind of a reflection. And for some reason, hotel rooms have the best reflections.
So, while the conference I attended may not have been particularly helpful for my real job*, the hotel room views did provide some nice opportunities to make images.
Frisco, Texas
photographed 4.27.2026
*My real job – grants writer. And I SURE ENOUGH went to a session on using AI to write grants. It felt a little bit (or a lot) like spying on my competition.
One Day | One Image 