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not a phase
If you know me only as an adult – or only from social media – you might be surprised that I used to be shy. Painfully shy. It was ridiculous and I’ve worked hard to overcome it. But it’s still there, that stupid shyness, and even now there are things I have to practically talk myself into doing. Like asking people if I can take their photo.
So when I went to Pride the other day, I sort of worked my way into talking to people. The first photos I made were backs of people which was easy but then also started to seem dismissive and rude, particularly given the event that I was there for.
So I did it. I talked to people. I asked about their hair, the slogan on their shirt, how they were holding up in the heat. And then after a chat, I’d ask if I could take there photo. Everyone I asked said yes. And I came away completely unharmed.
Lubbock Pride
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 6.22.2024
that bucket of wheels
I do not need one single thing more inside my house. Really. It’s good the way it is.
But if any of you need a big bucket of wheels, let me know and I’ll tell you where these are.
Bryan, Texas
photographed 6.13.2024
banquet
Baseball game: a detail (that doesn’t involve the actual game).
Bryan, Texas
photographed 6.14.2024
handbag
I don’t know why there was an old vinyl handbag hanging on the wall of an abandoned building in a tiny, out of the way town.
However, I do know that there was nothing inside of it.
Dime Box, Texas
photographed 6.15.2024
lilies, considered
On the front end of a recent trip, we encountered a cemetery that was home to approximately all the stickers in the entire world; it was in a town called Old Dime Box.
On the way back to the airport at the other end of the trip, we found a well-organized and manicured cemetery; it was in a town called Dime Box.
Go figure.
St. John’s Lutheran Cemetery
Dime Box, Texas
photographed 6.15.2024
