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mysteries inside all of us
I didn’t go all the way into this building: the condition of the roof led me to believe there were wiser photographic decisions that I could make.
And because I didn’t go all the way in, I can only make assumptions about what was in there. Sort of like with people I guess: you can make tons of assumptions about them, but don’t REALLY know until it feels safe for both of you to explore what’s there.
Simms, Texas
photographed 11.13.2021
before you think of leaving
One thing about this place is that it was the first time I’d encountered the names of Saints Cyril and Methodius.
Another thing is that, while I am generally deterred by locked front doors on churches, in this case I decided to walk around the building and discovered that the back door was unlocked.
And I am pretty sure you can figure out what I did then.
Sts. Cyril and Methodius Catholic Church
Marak, Texas
photographed 11.25.2017
descansa en paz
For about ten years, I would stop at every roadside memorial that I saw (traffic and other conditions permitting). Then one day, it seemed like I was finished with that and ready to move on.
But still, every now and then, I’ll see a memorial that calls to me, as this one did along a lonely stretch of a remote road.
Edwards County, Texas
photographed 1.28.2022
as it was left, so shall it remain
Inside an abandoned farmhouse, light bounced around until it landed on the wood-paneled wall, four jackets, and one orange hat.
Welch, Texas
photographed 2.24.2024
caddy
This sewing caddy captured my heart during an exploration of my friend’s grandmother’s house. The caddy had been there for a while – notice those wooden spools of thread – and my thoughts went to the sewing habits of a woman I’d never met. It was more poignant than I had anticipated.
We looked around the entire house and then, just before we left, both of us needed just one more look at the sewing things.
Welch, Texas
photographed 2.24.2024
One Day | One Image 