Monthly Archives: August 2012

August 21

This is important: walk down the alley. That’s usually where the good subjects hide.

Lamesa, Texas

photographed 3.19.2012

August 20

near the intersection of Front and Davis Streets

Fort Davis, Texas

photographed 11.11.2011

August 19

Shocking, isn’t it? That I posted a color photograph, I mean.

This image and I had a bit of a battle. See, I wanted it to be black and white, because that’s what I am doing now. I mean, I even posted a picture of the Pacific Ocean in b&w: I am committed to it.

But, no: this image had its own ideas. It was somewhat insistent, in fact, of the correctness of color over b&w. I didn’t want to believe it. But eventually it wore me down. And so, here’s a color photograph. I hope you’re not too upset by it.

(Also: the photograph was right. It DID need to be in color. But I will deny that I admitted it.)

Hart, Texas

photographed 2.16.2011

August 18

Let’s say, hypothetically, that you and your writing partner time your departure from your writing retreat at Windbreak House, near Hermosa, South Dakota, in time to be in Chadron, Nebraska, for lunch. Because – again, hypothetically – you’d stopped at the Bean Broker on the way up (just for coffee, though) and had decided it would be a perfect place to have lunch on the way back home.

That would put you in the neighborhood of Alliance, Nebraska, around mid-afternoon. Hypothetically. And you decide to take a gander through downtown, because why not. Turn on the right combination of streets, and you’ll see this. Hypothetically, which I may have mentioned.

Alliance, Nebraksa

photographed 10.23.2009, while returning from a writing retreat at Windbreak House.

August 17

At the Jake Jackson Memorial Museum, I was sort of captivated by this crocheted doily, largely because I am not a fan of symmetry, and this is marvelously asymmetrical. Kudos to the crocheter!

Weaverville, California

photographed 8.3.2012