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My friend and I decided to go to a gun show, mostly because we’d never been. And also we were on the heels of a successful trip to a bodybuilding competition and felt like trying new things was our new thing to try.
In addition to lots of gun/blade/misc. weapons options, you can get “concealed carry” purses decorated with fake turquoise stones AND a big cross, which answers the question “What would Jesus do (with His gun)?” Obvs, he’d carry it in a purse.
And you could also purchase some jelly from this vendor. We spotted her apple tequila jelly and stopped to have a chat. She told a long story about how she got tipsy – tipsy! – from repeated tastings of the in-process jelly. “And that was before I even GOT to the brandied peaches!” was the conclusion to her narrative.
Anyway, after much careful consideration, we’ve decided our official position on gun shows is that we never have to go to another one ever again. (However, if we change our mind, there seems to be one in town about every couple of weeks.) (But we won’t change our mind.)
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.24.2022
the world as we knew it, 4
Sometimes if the light is right, and your mind is, too, everything you see will seem like a ghost of itself.
City of Lubbock Cemetery
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.21.2022
the world as we knew it, 3
If you were to draw a line from Buddy Holly’s grave to my parents’ graves, it would intersect this statue by noted sculptor Charles Umlauf.
I’ve photographed it and written about the statue’s history in a previous post. This time, when I went to photograph it I was in a different mood than that post – less documentary and more emotional. And so that’s how this image earned a spot in my new series that I am calling “the world as we knew it.”
Charles Umlauf sculpture “Guardian Angel”
City of Lubbock Cemetery
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.21.2022
sometimes death seems far away
Up in the mountains above Albuquerque alongside the road that’ll take you the back way to Santa Fe, there’s a little cemetery wedged between a Burger Boy and a gas station. It’s a humble, unassuming place. Unless you count the clouds and the tiny bit of light on those graves.
Cedar Crest, New Mexico
photographed 7.1.2016
french dreams
From June of 2017 until just the other day, I really thought this photo was unusable. And maybe I was right, and we’d’ve all been better off if it had stayed safely hidden away in a Lightroom catalog somewhere..
But, also, maybe I was wrong – this rendition of it reminds me of the way Paris felt: sort of golden and dreamy. With wine.
Ladurée
Paris
photographed 6.11.2017
One Day | One Image 