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fall light
I have a hard time answering questions like “What’s your favorite food?” or “What’s your favorite song?” or “What’s your most embarrassing moment?”* My mind, which certainly follows its own path, doesn’t prefer to categorize things.
However, if I ever am asked about my favorite color, I would say it’s the bright yellow of fall cottonwood trees in New Mexico, especially the way that from a distance you can spot a meandering river – even you can’t otherwise tell there even is a river – by looking at the golden leaves, and also the way when the light’s low it takes on the glow from the leaves and ( and!) the leaves also look beautiful when viewed from an open window on the third floor of an historic hotel in a mountain town.
“Yellow” would also be correct but fails to convey what I mean.
Plaza Hotel (and the plaza)
Las Vegas, New Mexico
photographed 9.8.2025
*I really DON’t know what my most embarrassing moment is. For one thing, many things are in contention. And also, if I did remember, do you really think I’d disclose it here?
doornail, dead as a
That bird evidently had had a rough Saturday night…
Tulsa, Oklahoma
photographed 10.26.2026
floral/arrangement
It was cloudy for the whole day (which was actually a nice change from the torrential rain we’d driven in for more than half of the trip*) and it reminded me of how soft photographs feel when you aren’t dealing with harsh sunlight.
There were a few leftover puddles on the polished stone planter so I caught some reflections.
Tulsa, Oklahoma
photographed 10.25.2025
*We were three blocks from home, on the way to catch a 6:00 pm flight to Tulsa, when we got a message that our flight was cancelled. So we drove instead. It was a challenging drive with the rain plus road construction in Oklahoma** but we made it.
**How can Oklahoma have (1) tollways, (2) constant road construction, and (3) shitty roads ALL AT THE SAME TIME?
dark alley
Maybe it’s just the way my brain works, but that pvc pipe working its way up the passageway and into the darkness feels rather umbilical.
Additionally, I don’t want to admit to how many different ways I tried to spell “umbilical” before I got it right. I think there might be something wrong with my keyboard.
Mason, Texas
photographed 10.18.2025
city/rhythm
Last month, my collaborator VC Torneden and I were in Chicaksha for the opening of “The Other Side”, our ongoing Route 66 photography project. We were hosted by the University of Arts and Science of Oklahoma, whose Art Wrecker Gallery made the perfect space for our images.
We also met with students and I hosted a photo walk through a few blocks of downtown Chickasha. We talked about the importance of slowing down to see things, how lovely reflections in windows is, the importance of being nice to people that we encountered, and freeing our minds up to see small details. It was really one of the best afternoons I’ve had in a while.
Oh, are you wondering if leading photo walks is a regular thing that I do? I can explain it this way: counting the one in Chickasha, I have led a total of one (1). So there’s that.
Chickasha, Oklahoma
photographed 9.11.2025
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