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The trees began to sing
As you probably know by now, I live in Lubbock, Texas, on the great High Plains. And of course, the Plains being the plains, it’s flat out here. It’s also a higher elevation than you’d think – Lubbock’s official elevation is 3,202 feet above sea level.
So this is a weird fact: I descended about 2,000 feet to get to the Ozark Mountains.
We were about two weeks ahead of the leaves’ changing, but a rouge tree or two was getting a jump on the color, hinting at what was to come.
in the Ozark Mountains
near Cass, Arkansas
photographed 10.7.2018
Tray, on the Champs Élysées
Just a little something that I saw in Paris…
Paris
photographed 6.10.2017
Sleeves
I went to London, and took a walk around the block.* And saw these shirts hanging in a basement window.
London, England
photographed 6.4.2017
*Don’t get me wrong: I did other stuff too. But this was hard to top.
Ascendeth
The problem is that when I’ve got non-photographers with me, I am extremely aware of the fact their interest level and mine are not even close to the same. In this case, there were three people sitting in a car while I explored the church.
And, so, even though the light would have been completely different in here in another half hour*, I ended up shooting-and-dashing, in the interest of family dynamics. Please do not mention this to my photography teachers who advocate the “compose and wait” method…
St. Mary’s Catholic Church
Brenham, Texas
photographed 11.24.2017
*Would it have been better? Or just different? Who knows – but it would have been a fun thing to find out.
