Category Archives: Photography
eventually it fades
Is “focus” a suggestion instead of hard photographic rule?
Do those yellow petals look like flashes of fish in a pond?
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.26.2025
false rain
Me + a spray bottle + lots of side-eye from our houseguests got me this picture.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.23.2025
the way through
This is the beginning of the end of the dead-flower images. For now.
I grew up in a house full of “Early American” furniture, which featured really shiny maple pieces. My mom had a set of table pads that we put down over the kitchen table any time we used it, to protect that fancy finish.
It will not surprise you, probably, to know I took a different approach with my furniture. My own kitchen table is pine; it used to be waxed but that wore off decades ago. In the interim, it’s built up a lot of character, with scratches and marks and a variety of stains. Most of the stains fade over time, which is a moral lesson that I am too lazy right now to write about. The current most prominent stain is some turquoise fountain pen ink that got away from me. It’s already being absorbed into the wood, and on its way to becoming a forgotten thing that happened.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.23.2025
live free (but purchase food)
I really can’t quite make the connection between fast-food at Sonic and living free. But the sky was pretty.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.20.2025
tricks to trucks
It was right about in here the other night, as we drove around so I could photograph stuff from the car window, that a woman in a white truck seemed to find our actions suspicious enough to warrant her keeping an eye on what we were doing. She followed us all the way through the neighborhood and for a few miles after we left. I guess she wanted to make sure we were REALLY leaving. Or (and this is less likely) she was wanting to copy my Artistic Technique.
Either way: we made it home.
But aside from all that, the sign that says “tricks to trucks” makes me laugh. I want it to be the title of some sort of redemption tale of a sex worker who found her true calling as a truck mechanic.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.20.2025
One Day | One Image 