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grandmothers
Blue hour, obviously. And I loved the way the sign gave off a warm glow, which was echoed by the light on the second floor of the building.
Edinburgh, Scotland
photographed 11.3.2023
fountain cleaner
This guy had what looked like an endless task: he was scooping fall leaves out of the fountain. He was doing a good job and all, but it must have been a little disheartening when he stood up and stretched out his back and then saw how many more leaves were still on the trees.
Ross Fountain
Edinburgh, Scotland
photographed 11.3.2023
sliding sideways
Meanwhile, over at the pallet factory, the pallets are stacked almost to the sky. They’re tilting a little bit, too, but I guess that’s not anything to worry about…
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.30.2025
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
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