Monthly Archives: January 2019

Who am I to doubt these mysteries?

It’s been a while since I’ve posted song lyrics that (in my mind) relate to the day’s image. This photo made me think of the song “Guadalupe” with the fantastic line “Who am I to doubt these mysteries?” and here are two versions of it. This one is by Tom Russell, and this one is by Gretchen Peters, with Tom Russell. (If you like the way Tom and Gretchen sound together, you should look for their album One to the Heart One to the Head.)

I found these well-used candles in the church in Terlingua, Texas’s most famous ghost town.

Terlingua, Texas
photographed 1.20.2013

Back/light

A walk in the woods, and a lovely back-lit plant.

near Wimberley, Texas
photographed 1.19.2019

Hot bath

I spent a couple of nights in a vacation rental that was an Airstream trailer. Here’s what I learned:
1. The place was cute, but it looked a little better online than in person.
2. Damn. It was TINY inside.
3. I could never be one of those people who live in a “tiny house” because it turns out there’s a bit of claustrophobia in my veins…
4. The inside shower was approximately the size of a suitcase.
5. Which made the outdoor shower extremely appealing.

near Wimberley, Texas
photographed 1.19.2019

As the night exhales

…and the night exhaled into the already-humid air.

New Orleans, Louisiana
photographed 1.16.2019

Rawsome

It may not be the best place to find delicious oysters, but it’s an entertaining place to visit. And if you’re lucky, there’ll be a bit of a wait for a table, and while you’re in line on the sidewalk, you can observe the ladies from the Penthouse Club* across the street taking their breaks on the balcony and various staggeringly drunk people trying to get down the street. The time passes surprisingly quickly.

Acme Oyster House
New Orleans, Louisiana
photographed 1.16.2019

*Also, you can read the Yelp reviews. Our favorite was the one-star review written by someone who’d been two times in three days. Apparently he wanted to make certain his first, awful, visit wasn’t a one-off situation. You’ve got to admire his dedication to research, I guess.

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