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discombobulation
Photo recipe:
- Get a room on the 7th floor of the hotel
- Stand at the window with the curtains closed behind you* to eliminate (most of) the reflections
- Take a few-ish intentional camera movement photos
- Then choose two of them to layer into one image
- Decide to mirror the resulting image
- And THEN decide to mirror the mirrored image
And there you go.
Frisco, Texas
photographed 4.29.2026
*Which I am sure looks completely sketchy to anyone who happens to look up. But it’s dark, so maybe they won’t notice?
life moves quickly (except for the slow parts)
Although it doesn’t sound correct, this is in fact my wedding dress. A blurry, purple-ish version of it, anyway. I was working on an assignment for an online photography class and while this didn’t even come close to what I was supposed to be working on, I still liked it.
(My mom made my dress, from Vogue pattern number 1363. It has about 54 miles* of lace hand-stitched onto the chiffon skirt. She would be very disappointed to see this photo, which blurred all her hard work.)
*According to the information on the back of the pattern, the dress required 11 yards ( ! ) of lace, which doesn’t even sound plausible. Maybe I need to take an Actual Photo of the dress instead of this one…
PS: Here’s the pattern. Please note that my dress had neither the cape attachment nor the headscarf atrocity.
floral/abstract
I got lost inside of this, in the colors and the shapes and the shadows. It made me feel breathless and disoriented. It was my first experience of the sort (with my own art), and therefore I believe this to be the first meaningful abstract I have ever created.
It feels like an accomplishment. And maybe it was.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.19.2025
veil
You know what? I don’t think I am going to explain any of this.
You’re on your own.
near Nambé, New Mexico
photographed 7.6.2016
as the waves softened us
That night in the warm darkness, I could hear conversations in Italian on my right and, behind me, conversations in English. I sat alone with my thoughts, listening to the waves roll across the sun-heated sand and marveling at the way my life had turned out that I was there on the shores of the Mediterranean on a full-moon night with a camera in my hand.
Erelcea Minoa, Sicily
photographed 9.7.2022
One Day | One Image 