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patriotic fence
I started my photographic life on a whim, really, without any real plans for what I was doing. I just went in and saw what I saw and photographed it if I felt like it.
This approach is slightly refined now but one thing that’s caught my attention from the very beginning is vernacular art. I love its lack of pretension, its (sometimes) lack of finesse, its way of reflecting an unknown person’s particular passions. Here’s the latest vernacular art I’ve spotted, a flag on a fence in a quiet neighborhood in a remote part of town.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.30.2025
booker t
On the far southeast corner of Lubbock there is a ten-street neighborhood that’s an unusual mix of vacant houses, vacant lots, new houses, well-kept houses, and not-so-well-kept houses. It has a street named Quetzal, which is the national bird of Guatemala and a totally awesome name for a street. (Quetzal Street is between Peach and Redwood: Lubbock is big on alphabetical street names.) It has a church. And it also has an (apparently abandoned) American Legion post.
If the neighborhood itself has a name, neither I nor Google maps are aware of it.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.30.2025
the murder road
Probably because I’ve lived almost my whole life in places that are mostly treeless, an area that has more than six trees makes me immediately suspicious that something bad has happened in there. Or if it hasn’t happened, it’s because it is about to happen.
So naturally, I assumed this is a murder road. Or, you know, will be one at some point.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.30.2025
magic mirrors
Honestly, this is one of my favorite photos. My friends and I were wandering around Palermo and happened to turn down a shaded street which had mirrors for sale. Of course we stopped to photograph them and I was lucky enough to get this shot, which both included and didn’t include a passing pedestrian. Getting the chance to get just this one photo would have made the trip worthwhile. (My needs are simple. Sometimes.)
Palermo, Sicily
photographed 1.28.2025
procession (a sacred duty)
A tiny slice of the parade to honor Sant’Agata. It’s chaotic. And spiritual. And confusing. And somehow comforting.
Catania, Sicily
photographed 2.4.2025
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