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Swing Set
It was cloudy. But not the kind of clouds that bring rain. And we need rain.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 4.27.2020
Rusted Out
I am not sure what’s happening inside this service building at the park, but whatever’s inside there is really trying to escape….
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 4.27.2020
Unleaded (with bonus bird)
The gas-pump soldiers stand ready. But it’s going to be a long wait since the place is out of business.
And, in the meantime, pigeons coo and swirl all around. And, in one case, get caught in the image.
Lockney, Texas
photographed 4.21.2020
Where it’s always Christmas (even in April)
I am pretty sure you knew I’d try to find a window so I could see inside that church from yesterday.
Carr’s Chapel Methodist Church
near Allmon, Texas
photographed 4.21.2020
Bonus: Where it all started
I was eight years old.
This part of the story is seared into my memory. My dad and I took a walk up a trail from our campsite and he let me take a photo with his camera. I remember that he told me to compose the image with a rock in the foreground, to give it scale. So that’s what I did. All these years, I remembered the photo, with that rock, a valley, a distant mountain. I remembered that the rock was on the left side of the image.
Time passed.
Seven years ago, I cleaned out my dad’s house. I didn’t keep a lot of things, but I held on to a big box of slides. I was able, without much searching (because my dad was a reasonable good labeler) to find the slides from that summer vacation when I was eight. And there was MY photo – framed exactly like I remembered.
Today, one of my photographer friends’ Instagram post referenced a slide-scanning app called SlideScan. And you know what I did then.
And so, here I present the very first photo that I ever made, rock-for-scale and all.
near Twin Lakes, Colorado
photographed summer of 1964
