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jesus needed a.c.
I was looking back through some older photos when I spotted this one. I barely remember stopping to make the photo except for this part: the door was open but as I was about to go in, I got A Feeling. And not in a good way, either, so I headed back to my car to escape whatever was in there waiting for me.
It was probably a rodent, although it could have been a murderer.
We’ll never know for sure.
Doole, Texas
photographed 6.5.2020*
*I know 2020 isn’t THAT long ago and doesn’t qualify this as an “older” photo. I probably should have started this post by saying “I was looking back through some photos where I may have barely escaped with my life.” Sorry for the confusion.
con-, de-, in-, pro-, pre-scription
What I like about travel is that you can always learn something new.
For example, I have spent my ENTIRE LIFE thinking the term was “prescription”…and then I went to Oklahoma
Roosevelt, Oklahoma
photographed 6.25.2026
PS – I was reminded of this quote from The Office: I’m not superstitious, but I am a little stitious.”
one way or another
To be honest, these are two different businesses. But they are on the same block in downtown Paducah and it amused me to make them into a diptych – especially diptych that completely evaded answering the open-or-closed question.
Paducah, Texas
photographed 4.25.2026
desert bones
Hey, does anyone feel like a quick trip out to White Sands National Park to look at dead stuff?
I am not actually heading that way myself, but I guess I was just gauging interest. Or something.
Anyway, here’s a photo that I made when I DID go there at the end of last year. And, yes, I was lying flat on my stomach in the sand.
Pushing aside the personal concerns I had about actually being able to get up from that position, I had the idea that the sand felt wet. Not damp, like the packed sand at a beach. But there was a coolness to it that gave me the impression of water lurking somewhere below me. I later learned that the water table at White Sands is only one to three feet below the surface of the sand, which reinforced my initial (weird) thoughts about it.
Also, here’s a Fun Fact: the sand, which is actually tiny eroded particles of gypsum, never gets hot in the sun because gypsum does not absorb heat the way silica or quartz sand does.
White Sands National Park, New Mexico
photographed 12.13.2025
the smell of a quilt in the sun
I think a lot about the way old, soft, thin quilts smell when they are on a grassy lawn in the sun. The fragrance-memory is powerful.
And that’s why I was happy to discover this old family photo the other day. I’m the kid on the left* and while I don’t have a recollection of this exact moment, the photo evokes the essence of sun-warmed cotton fabric.
My mom was 31 when this photo was made, but she looks heartbreakingly young. And those glasses? I’d wear them right this minute.
vintage family photo, dated 1959
Lubbock, Texas
*I think that, as a three year old, I had a remarkably strong side-eye game.
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