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this is how my tale begins

This is not the first time I’ve not broken any photographic ground by making a short depth-of-field photo of this same white picket fence.

And you know what? I bet the next time I visit, I’ll not-break that same ground. I can’t help myself.

National Ranching Heritage Center
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 3.8.2026

by a white-baked wall

This is the first historic building visitors to the National Ranching Heritage Center see; there are tons of pictures of the front of it.

So – you know how I am – I headed down the path and behind a berm to try to catch a different angle on a place that’s familiar to me.  The windmill that’s nearly obscured by the trees was a bonus.

National Ranching Heritage Center
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 3.8.2026

in this rosy light

An oil lamp. A cowboy hat. Rough stone walls. Unmatched chairs.

(A summation of the development of ranching in Texas.)

National Ranching Heritage Center
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 3.8.2026

look how far the light came

The exact light that landed on those beds was the exact light I needed. It was never precisely like this before and will never be this way again.

Or, as Bruce Cockburn says “Look how far the light came/to paint you this way.”

National Ranching Heritage Center
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 3.8.2026

braille-ish

This place has five mailboxes which makes me think it is some kind of downtown apartment. But I can’t read the Braille* on the sign so I can’t really tell for sure.
Also, usually a pile of leaves in a doorway would indicate the building is abandoned, but it’s spring in West Texas, so all that probably means here is that the wind had been blowing. (Because OF COURSE the wind had been blowing. it is Thing That Happens on the regular.)
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 3.4.2026
*Because it was too far up to reach. And also, because I can’t read Braille anyway.

Lubbock, Texas
photographed 3.4.2026