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at temple + main
I was standing near the corner of Temple Street and Main Street, which is as good a place as any to take a photo of an out-of-business church reflected in an out-of-business business.
Sudan, Texas
photographed 8.31.2025
13?
My internal conversation as I walked to the end of the motel to take this photo:
- Look! That one door is white!
- And looks older than the blue one.
- And the numbers skip one.
- Wait. Is this wing of the motel the even numbers?
- (Looks across the parking lot to see, spots the numbers 3, 4, and 5. Looks back at these doors.)
- Oh…they skipped 13. That’s really a thing, then, I guess
- (Spends a longer-than-necessary amount of time wondering if the motel would be described as a 14-room place – because that’s how high the numbers went – or a 13 room place – which was factually correct but also uses “that” number.)
Yes. I am sometime so quick to figure stuff out that I even surprise myself.
Nara Visa, New Mexico
photographed 8.31.2025
western stars: a reflection
The reflection in this window confuses me, even though I stood right there and made the photo. Trying to work out where I was standing and which direction I was facing gives me what I call “calculus head.” And of course that name comes from that one semester in college when I had to take calculus. In class it nearly made sense, but when I try to do homework or take a test, it was like I’d never seen any of it before and the middle of my brain felt mush.
However, unlike calculus, which never made sense, this scene eventually worked itself out and now I can clearly visualize what was going on.
Nara Visa, New Mexico
photographed 8.31.2025
PS: My granddaughter Hannah loves calculus. (I know that doesn’t make any sense.) And once we had a conversation:
Hannah, showing me a calculus problem: What do you think the answer is?
Me (starting to feel early symptoms of Calculus Head): Uh, is it Thursday?
Hannah, rolling her eyes: No. The answer will NEVER be Thursday.
So that narrows it down a little bit.
but treasures slowly fade
I have a thing for houses that have fallen so far down that I can see all the way through them. I’m not sure why, don’t know where this came from, but you can count on me to give a careful side-eye to every ramshackle house I go by just in case it’s got The View.
And in a shadow of a dead branch, and really, there’s not much else I could even hope for.
Bellview, New Mexico
photographed 8.31.2025
the flamingo
I cannot say for certain that this place is (or was) disreputable. I can say that I got that vibe from it, but that’s hardly a fact-based situation.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.29.2025
One Day | One Image 