one drop can start a flood
An allegory:
It was just a drop. One drop.
There were drops before it; since I didn’t see them, it’s like they never happened. And there were surely unseen drops that follow, but they didn’t count either. At the time.
But then, before I even knew what was happening, the seen drop and all the unseen ones came together and there was a flood. Damage is still being tallied.
Post, Texas
photographed 8.6.2024
oddly classical
I’m not really used to thinking about a gas stations being so fancy that they required Ionic columns and clay tile roofs, but this place had both of those things.
Also, it has all those windows and would make a fine art studio – just needs a couple of weekends, probably, to get it all set up.
Breckenridge, Texas
photographed 8.6.2022
to the charity of night
Sometimes hotel room views are terrible.
Obviously this was not one of those times.
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
photographed 9.7.2024
unquiet spirits
Some photographers would probably have taken a tripod on their after-dark stroll through downtown Santa Fe.
I am not one of them. And I’m not even the least bit apologetic.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 8.31.2024
trail
A couple of years ago, I needed to go from Lubbock, Texas, to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, which is about a 360 mile drive. And the drive goes through two states: Texas and Oklahoma.
But also we’d heard about a good restaurant in a little town in Colorado and added that into the trip. And then we added a swing through Tesuque, New Mexico, just for the hell of it. That expanded the trip to about 1600 miles* and included five states.
Anyway, this is something that we saw along the way that we’d’ve missed going the regular way.
near Cheyenne Wells, Colorado
photographed 9.4.24
*Not counting all the u-turns that photography seems to demand.
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