Monthly Archives: December 2016
More good news. And it came at a good time.
I’ve been spending this week in the hospital, because I had knee replacement surgery on Monday. Late yesterday afternoon was when the nerve block wore off and I started to feel like, as my friend Pat Maines says, “hammered dog shit.”
No details, but I’m a terrible patient.
Anyway, in the midst of the torture sessions they call “physical therapy” I received news that two of my images have been selected into a show called “Dream” at Darkroom Gallery in Vermont. Susan Burstine was the juror. And, as always, my profound gratitude to everyone who follows this blog, for I couldn’t do it without you. And big thanks to Jocelyn Young, who told me about the show.
The juror chose “i dreamt i was an angel”, which I made in Santa Fe:
And, making its second appearance in a jurored show is “Dusty Ghosts of Time”, from Trinhcera, Colorado.
Great-grandmother’s final rest
When my grandparents left Branson, during the Depression, for the hoped-for greener pastures in Texas, they left behind a son who’d died from diptheria when he was only four years old. Later on, my great-grandmother joined him in this desolate little cemetery.
Branson, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
Arcade
I don’t know which of the houses in town was the one my dad grew up in. It might have been this one, with the arched arcade of a porch.
Branson, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
Scene matched my mood
It was one of those gray and sad days where nothing feels quite right. Even the off-kilter light standard matched the way I was feeling.
Levelland, Texas
photographed 11.9.2016
The Saint and the Hollyhocks
And so, another day ends, with the Saint in the sun and his flowers in shadow.
San Francisco de Asis Mission Church
Ranchos de Taos, New Mexico
photographed 7.1.2014
One Day | One Image 