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el dandy and the carwash
Everything happening everywhere. Everything happening everywhere at the same time. Everything happening everywhere at the same time all day and all night.
(Havana, a summary)
Havana, Cuba
photographed 11.6.2022
laundry/dance
That day at the Laundry Place (which is how I will always remember it) was otherworldly. I found myself unable to stop photographing the room. I used one camera, then another, then changed lenses. Then I used my phone. Then a camera. Etc.
And I know a lot of Cuban photography tours visit this place, but that day it felt like I was the only one who’d ever seen the magic of the laundry dancing in front of me.
Havana, Cuba
photographed 11.7.2022
accept the view you get
Let’s face it: you don’t spend the night at the Hampton Inn in Pecos because of the spectacular, breathtaking views.
Pecos, Texas
photographed 1.13.2023
rhyme + rhythm
I like the rhyme on the sign. I like the rhythm of the utility poles. I like the amount of sky. I like the desert. I like those mountains down the way. I like the slightly back-lit effect on the flag.
I am less a fan of RVs. But they aren’t even in the photo, so according to my official record of the place, there’s a chance they don’t even exist…
Presidio, Texas
photographed 3.25.2021
all the days we’ve been apart
I saw ghosts that day.
The first one was when I turned (randomly, I thought at first) down a ranch road. A wave of memories of one of my best friends from high school and college almost swept me away the very second I made the turn; I guess I thought I knew the things that resided in my memory but I was wrong. And then I saw the house where my friend’s grandparents used to live. I know it was the same house; I could feel it. I had made previous efforts to find it before, but it wasn’t until I wasn’t looking for it that it appeared to me. As I drove by, slowly, I acknowledged the ghosts that I had stirred up.
Later, I went to the town where my adult-life best friend lived. She died almost two years ago, and I am still staggered by the loss. I had lunch at a place we’d gone to before. Then I drove by the house where she’d lived (and where she died); her husband’s truck was in the driveway and I recognized some of his things in the yard. I stopped, briefly, and nodded sadly through my tears at the ghosts who were still there.
It was not the day I expected to have, but it was the day I got.
Eckhart, Texas
photographed 2.19.2023
One Day | One Image 