Monthly Archives: June 2025
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On the far southeast corner of Lubbock there is a ten-street neighborhood that’s an unusual mix of vacant houses, vacant lots, new houses, well-kept houses, and not-so-well-kept houses. It has a street named Quetzal, which is the national bird of Guatemala and a totally awesome name for a street. (Quetzal Street is between Peach and Redwood: Lubbock is big on alphabetical street names.) It has a church. And it also has an (apparently abandoned) American Legion post.
If the neighborhood itself has a name, neither I nor Google maps are aware of it.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.30.2025
the murder road
Probably because I’ve lived almost my whole life in places that are mostly treeless, an area that has more than six trees makes me immediately suspicious that something bad has happened in there. Or if it hasn’t happened, it’s because it is about to happen.
So naturally, I assumed this is a murder road. Or, you know, will be one at some point.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.30.2025
magic mirrors
Honestly, this is one of my favorite photos. My friends and I were wandering around Palermo and happened to turn down a shaded street which had mirrors for sale. Of course we stopped to photograph them and I was lucky enough to get this shot, which both included and didn’t include a passing pedestrian. Getting the chance to get just this one photo would have made the trip worthwhile. (My needs are simple. Sometimes.)
Palermo, Sicily
photographed 1.28.2025
procession (a sacred duty)
A tiny slice of the parade to honor Sant’Agata. It’s chaotic. And spiritual. And confusing. And somehow comforting.
Catania, Sicily
photographed 2.4.2025
tools of the trade
I can’t even begin to understand everything we saw during the Sant’Agata procession. Devotees in the streets purchase candles (yard long ones, not like little American birthday candles) which are handed up as offerings to the men on the candalore ((gilded wooden constructions). At various points during the three-day long procession, the parade stops while candles are removed in order to make way for more. At one of these stops, we stood behind a pair of priests and I had plenty of time to work on an image of this wooden rosary and its shadow.
Catania, Sicily
photographed 2.4.2025
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