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devotee
On the morning of the first day of the Feast of Sant’Agata, I looked out my hotel window and saw a solitary devotee heading toward the cathedral.
It wasn’t long before the streets would be filled with people, many of them dressed in the traditional feast-day clothing like this gentleman. This moment, although I didn’t realize it then, was the only bit of quiet for a long time: the parades celebrating the Saint are loud and joyous.
Catania, Sicily
photographed 2.4.2025
the way through
This is the beginning of the end of the dead-flower images. For now.
I grew up in a house full of “Early American” furniture, which featured really shiny maple pieces. My mom had a set of table pads that we put down over the kitchen table any time we used it, to protect that fancy finish.
It will not surprise you, probably, to know I took a different approach with my furniture. My own kitchen table is pine; it used to be waxed but that wore off decades ago. In the interim, it’s built up a lot of character, with scratches and marks and a variety of stains. Most of the stains fade over time, which is a moral lesson that I am too lazy right now to write about. The current most prominent stain is some turquoise fountain pen ink that got away from me. It’s already being absorbed into the wood, and on its way to becoming a forgotten thing that happened.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.23.2025
the hangers on
I’d seen this building before, from the adjacent interstate, but had never gone past the “I should probably go over and look at that” part of my thought process.
Finally, the other night, I did get over there. And I have plans to return: it really was more interesting than I thought it was going to be.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.20.2025




