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yacht club
Yes, of course there is a yacht club in New Mexico, a notoriously land-locked and arid place. It’s right there next to the World’s largest flip-flop, because where else would it be?
San Jon, New Mexico
photographed 8.31.2025
the darkness got there first, 4
Image 4: Hurt
But it’s not always going to be about you. Someone will be left behind. Someone will have to deal with their own particular transitions – personal, social, financial – that your departure generated.
Maybe there’s a headstone somewhere to anchor their change, like a giant paperweights, holding things down, keeping them were they are supposed to be, to make it look official. As though looking official will make it start to feel real, somehow.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.30.2025
the darkness got there first, 3
Image 3: House of angels
The place is ready for you, probably long before you think you are ready for it.
But you see it, your eyes slide toward it every time you go by. You think about the way its neighbors are
the Goodwill store and a nail salon. At a point, you eventually notice that the hearse is always parked in
the same place, facing toward the street as if waiting to carry you to your last place.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.24.2025
something is amiss
Sometimes you work hard to find some kind of a metaphor in a possible photo.
And then other times, the metaphor is just RIGHT THERE on a silo that is falling in on itself, and becoming unstable. It’s probably only a matter of time until the whole thing collapses.
near Friona, Texas
photographed 8.31.2025
but treasures slowly fade
I have a thing for houses that have fallen so far down that I can see all the way through them. I’m not sure why, don’t know where this came from, but you can count on me to give a careful side-eye to every ramshackle house I go by just in case it’s got The View.
And in a shadow of a dead branch, and really, there’s not much else I could even hope for.
Bellview, New Mexico
photographed 8.31.2025
One Day | One Image 