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My photography afternoons would be pretty uneventful if people put their stuff away when they were done with it…
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 4.29.2017
Cast Away
My friend Gerald and I meet for coffee three times a year – at Christmas and on our birthdays. We’re running behind this year: our Christmas meet-up was in February and my March birthday had been long gone when we met at the end of April. It was an unseasonable cold day, when we finally did meet, and I had to park down the block from the coffee place because it looked like everyone in town was in need of a hot beverage to get them through the day. A normal person* would have walked on the sidewalk to get back to the coffee shop.
Anyway, I saw this in an alley between where I parked and where I was meeting Gerald.
in an alley
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 4.29.2017
*So, not a photographer. That’s usually my main way to define a “normal” person. And also a “normal person” wouldn’t have brought along a camera.
We were all left hanging
The place was there. And then it was gone. And we were all left hanging.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 4.25.2017
The tiny memorial
Maybe you knew that I got my photographic start by shooting roadside crosses (or other memorials). I did it for ten years, and became adept at spotting them. The last one I shot for the project was around 2006 or so, when it seemed like I done all the roadside cross work I wanted to do.
Sometimes, I still do shoot them, like last year when I did a post on the series of crosses between the town where I work and the city where I live.
So, while I do still notice them, I don’t notice them to the point of stopping.
Until this one. I’ve gone by this spot a hundred times and never saw it. And, in fact, might not have ever seen it but the Patient Spouse spotted it and took me out to see it. And even with him saying, “It’s right there. There. TO THE LEFT.” it still took me a while to see it.
Ransom Canyon, Texas
photographed 4.22.2017
By the light of day
The sun was at that awkward stage between shining almost right in my face and being low enough to drop behind the wall.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 4.22.2017
One Day | One Image 