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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
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 3.4.2026
it all comes down to nothing
The great poet/philosopher Dave Matthews wrote “it all comes down to nothing” – and really, sometimes that is exactly what happens. You thought maybe things were headed one way, and all of a sudden you look and it’s all just an empty beer bottle and some plastic knives on the ground behind a closed-down bar.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 1.17.2026
