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the visitor
Evidently the Photography God(s) thought our photos of this old place needed just one more element because this vulture showed up and posed exactly where we needed him or her to be. And for a few minutes we forget that it was a thousand degrees outside, that we’d driven a million miles that day and still had a few hundred to do, that we were standing where there could indeed be snakes lurking: the sheer joy of photography and of discovery took over. You know, the way we wanted it to.
King County, Texas
photographed 8.6.2024
last rider
And then, when it was fully dark, the last rider left the rodeo arena.
We left too, but reluctantly, because it had been just an outstanding evening, one that wasn’t planned but that was the perfect end to a trip with my friends. It just goes to show what can happen if you decide to cross the highway to the rodeo arena to see why the lights are on. Or whatever: just go look.
Post Stampede Rodeo
Post, Texas
photographed 8.6.2024
a bird’s nest in the mailbox
There were some subtle signs to tell us that this farmhouse was unoccupied. The holes in the roof. The broken windows. The height of the weeds. A couple of kitchen appliances in the yard. The bird’s nest in the mailbox.
(Although the flag was up, as though someone intended to mail the nest?)
(Also, we scared up a pair of barn owls and saw a snake. For a place with nothing going on, there was a lot happening.)
Hockley County, Texas
photographed 8.3.2024

