If you know anything at all about my photographic eye, you probably know that it’s drawn to the things that are worn out, broken, used up, less than beautiful, easily overlooked.

And that’s why, when I was in the beautiful Beacon Hill neighborhood, I photographed what was left of these leaves after something had snacked on them.

Beacon Hill
photographed 8.28.2021

Dividing Line

Remember a couple of days ago when I mentioned that I was taking a class which required the use of a 50mm lens?

The class was a photo walk through Boston’s Beacon Hill neighborhood followed by an image review a couple of days later. The photo walk wasn’t the reason I went to Boston, but it was a happy coincidence. It’s hard to beat a nice Saturday morning with some new photographer friends making images of an iconic location. My pal Don Toothaker was our leader; you’ll never meet someone who is more enthusiastic about photography, about Boston, and about life in general than Don. The day was a delight.

Oh, and this? A detail of one of hundreds of wrought-iron gates that we walked by.

Beacon Hill
photographed 8.28.2021

like a fish out of water

This part of Texas is not what anyone would call lake-infested. And the lakes that we do have are usually less than full. Which I guess explains this fairly common sight: an non-workable boat parked next to a building.

Slaton, Texas
photographed 8.22.2021


I was getting ready to take a photography class that required the use of only one lens, a 50mm. That’s not my preferred lens, so I thought that maybe I needed to practice a little bit with it before heading off for a class.

And that’s how the photo of this…thing, I guess we’ll call it…came about.

Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 8.22.2021

The thing about living in Lubbock is that if you go somewhere and meet some random people, you can talk to them for just a few minutes and figure out that you’ve got a heretofore unknown connection with them. Just last night, I met a man named Wicker, and it turns out that he owns this thing. And the thing has a name! It’s a part of an abandoned cotton gin called a burr tower. In its previous life, it held the cotton burrs that were removed from the cotton during the ginning process. Also, though, Wicker says he also calls it the “alien spider.”

Snails’ Pace

There were a lot of little snails on the railing around these graves. But you can tell that by looking at this photo, I guess.

Fairfield, Texas
photographed 8.14.2021

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