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must be off
The cemetery had this sign posted at every entrance. And no matter how many times I saw it, I could not figure out what it was meaning to tell me. It seems pretty important, but I never could get it. Just to be safe, though, and because I’m a rules-follower I didn’t leave any flowers.*
Route 66
Kellyville, Oklahoma
photographed 7.24.2026
*I mean, I wasn’t there to leave flowers and in fact, didn’t have any with me.
keeper of cosmic and moral balance
Really, out here if you say “We had a windy day.” it’s redundant: every day – every damn one of them! – is windy.
(I reached out to the visitors’ bureau folks to see if they wanted to sponsor this post. They declined, citing my “poor attitude” and “tendency to exaggerate” and a few other things.)
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 5.10.2026
the last of them
“Dried and faded flowers” is a bit of a cliche, isn’t it? The flowers here were eleven days old when I photographed them and instead of fading, their color grew more and more concentrated, the way a sun-dried tomato takes on a deeper red and a richer, more nuanced flavor that its fresh version.
I didn’t eat these flowers at any point, so my comparison is more a product of my brain than a simple statement of facts.
But anyway…here’s the last of the dried flower photographs. Tomorrow it’s on to something else.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.26.2025
the morning yucca
I took some time the other Saturday morning to explore my own town; it paid off handsomely because not only did I discover an excellent coffee place, but there were some exuberant yucca flowers out in front.
And this reminds me that when I was a kid, I’d eat these flowers, which could surely explain some things.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 6.11.2022
Flowers, 2
In addition to the pink flowers that you saw yesterday, I also had these that needed photographing.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 2.9.2021
One Day | One Image 