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color study, one
Because I am primarily a black and white photographer who tends toward pessimism, I always assume that the stuff inside an abandoned building is going to be brown (or otherwise monochromatic).
But then I see something like this.
Lamesa, Texas
photographed 3.5.2026
god’s mustache
I thought this photo was about the pew on the bottom left of the frame, the one that’s turned away from the front of the church. I had a title – “the unbelievers’ pew” – and everything.
But then, I was looking at those two round windows at the other end of the room, and how it looked like a face. A face with a mustache made from an altar cloth. And my whole idea about the photo changed.
Fort McKavett, Texas
photographed 4.12.2026
that was about the same time they stopped walling off their feelings
I always title my images, putting me strongly on THAT side of the ongoing debate.
Sometimes the titles are short and/descriptive. Other times they read like part of a novel. There’s no way I can explain the process or why certain titles land particular ways.
This image is called “that was about the same time they stopped walling off their feelings,” a phrase that came to me during the editing process. I’m not sure what, exactly, triggered that title: it’s not biographical. Or situational. Or confessional.
As far as I know…
Fort McKavett, Texas
photographed 4.12.2026
suppose the sky had holes in it
One of the trippiest places I have ever been is the Jesus Gospel Park, right there on the main road through Addington, Oklahoma. (For reference, it’s roughly halfway between Terral and Marlow. But you probably either already knew that or had gone straight to a map before you got to this sentence.)
At any rate, if you stop (no matter your particular motivation) and it’s very, very hot, maybe the nice lady from the Addington Station antique store will come over and offer you some PowerAid. And then, properly hydrated, maybe you can understand whatever this is…
Addington, Oklahoma
photographed 7.23.2026
the BBQ was top level
Parts of Oklahoma have these things the locals call “hills” – a unusual term for people from the Plains, but apparently it means that the land “changes elevation” or is higher or lower than the land right beside it. Crazy concept, but I try to be a good visitor and not feel sorry for them or whatever.
Anyway, sometimes a “hill” will require a “retaining wall” (IDK why) and that might make your neighbor’s grill actually above your own head. Again, a crazy concept. But I saw it for myself so I know it happens.
Route 66
Tulsa, Oklahoma
photographed 7.25.2026
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