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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
only one smile
Evidence suggests that wig-head models share sharp-featured Caucasian faces, big eyes, thin eyebrows, graceful swan-like necks (which they can pose at a variety of odd angles), and geometric heads. The jauntier of them may toss on a scarf from time to time.
But they rarely find anything to smile about.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.23.2025
fire/investigation
A house had burnt down. The only part still completely standing was the chimney, which was how I noticed the place initially. There was a fence but the gate was open, which I took as an invitation to pull off the road and have a look around.
On the south side of the house, away from the road, was a debris field. I saw an oven, a ladle, about a million nails, chunks of melted glass, ashes, bundles of burnt wire, and two cans of paint. There were photographs waiting to made everywhere I looked, and I did what I could to get them all.
near Milnesand, New Mexico
photographed 8.17.2025
hard times had landed
Here’s the latest entry in my long-running practice of shooting photos through dirty windows, just to see what’s inside.
The last time I posted one of these sorts of photos I commented that there is nearly always a water bottle somewhere in the scene. And just because I can’t see one here probably only means that it was there, but wasn’t visible…
Bledsoe, Texas
photographed 8.17.2025
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