Blog Archives
must be off
The cemetery had this sign posted at every entrance. And no matter how many times I saw it, I could not figure out what it was meaning to tell me. It seems pretty important, but I never could get it. Just to be safe, though, and because I’m a rules-follower I didn’t leave any flowers.*
Route 66
Kellyville, Oklahoma
photographed 7.24.2026
*I mean, I wasn’t there to leave flowers and in fact, didn’t have any with me.
onic only
I can always tell when I’m working hard to get a shot lined up, because I hold the tip of my tongue a certain why. Apparently, the placement of it triggers the “photo composition” part of my brain. Or, you know, something like that…
Route 66
Bristow, Oklahoma
photographed 7.24.2026
oh, hello
I spent some time back on Route 66 last week, as it’s near the end of the five-year collaborative project I’ve been doing with Claudette Torneden.
Seeing this woman undressing the mannequin – and catching it in time to get the shot! – was the best thing all day. The second best thing was when that same woman, after noticing me and my camera, came outside and apologized for getting in the shot.
(I did not disclose that she actually WAS the reason for the photo.)
Route 66
El Reno, Oklahoma
photographed 7.26.2026
bottom of the barrel
The first time I ever looked into a cemetery trash barrel I felt guilty, like I was intruding on something I didn’t need to know about.
And maybe I was.
But I still do look inside of them. This one that I saw the other day in Oklahoma made me sad: all that’s left of someone’s birthday wishes to their beloved, deceased person was an R and an I. That’s not much, is it?
Mountain View Cemetery
Mountain View, Oklahoma
photographed 4.25.2026
One Day | One Image 