Monthly Archives: March 2018
Tree and train on Main
The night train to someplace zooms past.*
Main Street
Houston, Texas
photographed 1.9.2018
*OK. So it was actually the evening light rail to the Fannin South Transit Center, 30 minutes away. But still.
with a twist
Naturally, when you’ve got a conference in Houston, and the conference hotel is the one with the rotating bar on the top floor, you have to check it out.
Spindletop Bar
Houston, Texas
photographed 1.10.2018
Pink, three times
You’ve got to eat. And how nice to be able to find a place with flowers and art to have a little bit of dinner.
The Garden Co. Marketplace and Cafe
Schulenberg, Texas
photographed 1.13.2018
Dead Tulips
I had a tiny, tiny surgical procedure a while back (it was so tiny that from going back to the operating room to walking out the door to go home was just over an hour) but my sweet friend Janet thought I’d earned a lovely bouquet of tulips.
Remembering the photographic success I had with week-old roses (also from Janet!), I save the tulips until they started to fall apart. As you can tell, old tulips aren’t quite as compelling as those roses. But still, I had to try.
my kitchen table
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 1.24.2018
The neon maiden
What my well-traveled friend failed to tell me about The Range Café was that their logo was not going to be what I expected. I thought – and you did, too, I’ll bet – that “range” referred to the open range, to ranching, to cattle country, or whatever.
So it was a little bit of a giggle when I realized the the “range” was an old-timey kitchen range.
This vintage neon maiden – who is quite bendy – was a bit of a giggle as well.
The Range Café
Albuquerque, New Mexico
photographed 2.13.2018
One Day | One Image 