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mysteries of reflection
I feel like maybe you already know that I am captivated by window reflections. One time, a photographer friend of my was talking about how polarization filters could eliminate this kind of reflections and all I could think was, “Sure – but why would you want to?”
There’s something about the way the actual things and the reflected things layer themselves together until it’s hard to tell what is going on. I guess my photo friend doesn’t necessarily share my affection for confusion.
Tulsa, Oklahoma
photographed 4.21.2024
the narrowest stairs
Lots of cities still utilize their Union Stations as, you know, train stations. Tulsa is not one of them (the building is still there, but it’s private office space).
Instead of getting to see a nice train station interior, I looked at the graffiti-embellished and abandoned-looking space under the building. I was lucky enough to spot this extremely narrow stairway, nicely lit by the morning sun.
Tulsa, Oklahoma
photographed 4.21.2024
she made it!
So what happened is that there was time for us to just wander around the Greenwood District in Tulsa the other morning. We could tell as soon as we left the hotel that Something Was Going On – streets were blocked off and there was a steady stream of people walking with great purpose, all going the same direction.
Later we figured it out, when we noticed the end of the annual Heart Walk. (We may be slow, but we can – with ample context clues – eventually figure stuff out. In this case, we got a strong assist from the giant sign that said FINISH LINE and a few hundred people wearing Heart Walk shirts. Perhaps I ought to consider a career in something related to sleuthing?)
I am really enjoying my attempts at street photography so the discovery of the finish line was a good time to practice, and this exuberant woman made me very happy.
at the finish line of the Heart Walk
Tulsa, Oklahoma
photographed 4.20.2024
family
This is just a block away from my office, so I drive by it often. And for some reason, April 16 was the day I noticed it and recognized it for what it was: a photographic opportunity. So on April 17 I brought my camera to work.
(I also spent some time that day driving around, seeking a particular body shop that I had very specific recollections of. My memories were that it was a corrugated metal building, that it had an unevenly-painted business name right on the metal, that there was a car – an old Impala? – parked in front, that it was on my right as I faced east. I never found it. I looked until I gave up. And that’s when I remembered a particularly vivid dream about being out photographing. So maybe that elusive body shop was just a dream?)
(Welcome to my brain – it’s weird in there.)
Levelland, Texas
photographed 4.17.2024
death comes
I really like to photograph cemeteries and on a recent trip to New Mexico, they were really calling to me. Calling to me photographically, I mean, not in a “why don’t you come join us?” way.
The textures, the symbols, the stories that remain mysterious to me, the cultural and geographical differences all draw me in. And once I’m drawn in, you know for sure I’ll make photos.
Lamy, New Mexico
photographed 3.30.2024
One Day | One Image 