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one stitch holds it all
I have four or five vintage quilts; I don’t know the provenance of any of them, other than to say they are soft and old and lovely.
I like to think that this one stitch is the one holding the entire quilt together.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.10.2025
steakhouse (in the rain)
I just want to say that if you find yourself in Muleshoe, Texas, and you need a meal, definitely head over to Old Fashioned BBQ and Grill. I am sure the food’s good whether or not it’s raining when you get there…
Muleshoe, Texas
photographed 7.14.2025
at a cross road
When I come home with new photos to edit, one of my regular tools – in addition to Lightroom and Photoshop – is Google street view. I can get the exact street name, for example, or what a particular business is called instead of whatever name my name gave it (“junky hair salon” is very rarely the actual business name, for example). But anyway, that’s how I know for sure that the cross painted on this utility box has been there since at least May 2023.
Tahoka, Texas
photographed 7.13.2025
a difficult shot
I am not a sports person, but even I can tell that this basketball goal is inconveniently located.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.12.2025
drive-by
The highway heading south out of Lubbock (it has a number* but we call it the Tahoka Highway, but only because that’s the next town) has a lot of seasonal fireworks stands. At this particular one, I guess someone couldn’t wait ONE MORE SECOND to light up some sparklers.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.4.2025
*My brain refuses to complicate things by learning highway numbers; it would very much prefer to know the names of the towns a particular highway goes through. That led to many circular conversations with my father-in-law that went this way:
FIL: What road did you take? 86? 239?
Me: I don’t know. Tell me some towns I would have gone through…
FIL: So, then 44, maybe?
Me:
We each thought the other one was ridiculous, and in a rare agreement, we were both right.
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