Blog Archives
links and bonding
This hand holds a lot of stories. I don’t know what they are, but I am confident of my assessment.
(I am also confident of using a long-ish lens to isolate a stranger’s hand, if that is what the situation calls for.)
Castell, Texas
photographed 4.12.2026
stone/wall
Broken stone walls like this could be just about anywhere…
…and these are some I found in Texas the other day.
Fort McKavett State Historical Park
Fort McKavett, Texas
photographed 4.12.2026
escapement
My family find it hilarious that I have a collection of thesauri*. That just shows the narrow-minded way some people (“some” people) have. Imagine how funny it would be if they knew that I actually have a favorite thesaurus**.
But how in the hell else do you think I’d find a word like “escapement” if I wasn’t browsing around looking an actual (non-online) thesaurus for a better word for “flight” because I was thinking about that bird in the middle of the photo as well as the way the narrow ranch road stretches out on the right and a road is a way for non-winged animals to take flight.
And also, it reminds me “escarpment” which is also an excellent word.
Fort McKavett State Historical Park
Fort McKavett, Texas
photographed 4.12.2026
*That’s the funniest word I’ve typed in a long time.
*Thank you for asking. My favorite thesaurus is Roget’s 21st Century Thesaurus in Dictionary Form. Fun fact: I purchased a thesaurus in Cambridge the first time I went to England. It was my souvenir, which probably confirms a lot of things you already assumed about me.
the night reflection
I think I’m figuring out the technique of using puddles and reflections…
It was very dark in the puddly vacant lot and I wasn’t even real sure what I was going to end up with. What I like is that the night, the reflections, and the puddles worked together to turn an extremely ordinary setting into something that’s unexpected.
And just as I was walking back to the place where I was staying it started raining. The rain, which brought its friends thunder and lightning, lasted nearly all night. I slept very, very well.
Mason, Texas
photographed 4.11.2026
since happier light
…and then it snowed. Soft, fluffy flakes. It was a delight. It was also plenty cold, and without any warm sun shining through the big windows of the meetinghouse, it was very nearly as cold inside as out.
Outside, the only sounds were the soft swishes of snow and it felt cleansing to stand outside and take it all in. The snow felt like a gift. (A gift that melted by the next afternoon, but you know what I mean – especially if you live in an arid place, like I do, where whatever snow we do get is much less fluffy and much more like annoying little ice pellets.)
South Solon Meetinghouse
Solon, Maine
photographed 3.19.2026
One Day | One Image 