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our gentle sin
Another day, another (seemingly) random song lyric.
Today’s version comes from “Take Me to Church” by Hozier, where he sings “No masters or kings when the ritual begins/there is not sweeter innocence than our gentle sin/in the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene/only then, I am human, only then, I am clean.”
Maybe it’s ironic that these words came to me when I was inside a church that had statues and kings and rituals and etc., but that’s my brain when it’s hopped up on photography and friendship and travel and songs that are wedged in my memory.
Sacred Heart of Jesus Catholic Church
Shafter, Texas
photographed 2.19.2025
forget your perfect offering
Inside a tiny church in the midst of a huge desert…my mind wandered and then the words “forget your perfect offering” came to me as I was making this image.
It’s a line from the Leonard Cohen song “Anthem” – and here’s some of the rest of the song.
Ah, the wars they will be fought againThe holy dove, she will be caught againBought and sold, and bought againThe dove is never freeRing the bells that still can ringForget your perfect offeringThere is a crack, a crack in everythingThat’s how the light gets inWe asked for signsThe signs were sentThe birth betrayedThe marriage spentYeah, and the widowhoodOf every governmentSigns for all to see
The song is more profound now than it was when he wrote it – give it a listen.
Calera Chapel
near Toyahvale, Texas
photographed 2.18.2025
christmas colors
We didn’t cross the border, which was less than two miles away.
But this building and the colors and the old chair with a cactus on it made it feel like maybe we were in another place.
Presidio, Texas
photographed 2.19.2025
saddle shop
All I can tell you about this is that it is definitely not a standard-issue let’s-sew-up-a-Butterick-pattern-this-Saturday sort of sewing machine.
Big Bend Saddlery
Alpine, Texas
photographed 2.20.2025
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