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broken chain
He was 19. And an expectant father.
He rolled his truck trying to outrun the police.
His obituary says his nickname was “Big Daddy.”
The police say he was driving without headlights.
The truck on the mural doesn’t have its headlights on, either.
San Jon, Mexico
photographed 8.31.2025
room to make the big mistakes
“There’s nothing to see.”
“It’s so flat.”
“It’s boring.”
“The openness is weird.”
(All incorrect statements about the Plains.)
Hollene Cemetery
Hollene, New Mexico
photographed 8.31.2025
no diving
On the way down the hotel hallway to get this photograph, I had a conversation with a gentleman whose keycard didn’t work. He was heading back to the lobby to get it fixed; he was philosophical about it, saying, “Oh, well. I like to walk.”
But then when I stopped to get this photo, I caught a certain look (of terror, or confusion) in his eyes. And I don’t think it’s my imagination that he walked a little faster…
Vega, Texas
photographed 8.31.2025
mt. olive
I was in Sudan (the town, not the country) the other Sunday morning. This church seems to be abandoned, but there was some preachin’ going on a block away in the town square. It was echoey and I couldn’t make out words but I knew it was a sermon from the cadence of it.
Oh, and also, I’d already driven by and seen it.
Sudan, Texas
photographed 8.31.2025
makeshift
You can tell it’s cattle country when you go in a church and see a stock tank that’s been repurposed to serve as a altar. (A question: do you think the pastor takes Jesus and stuff off the altar, turns it over, and fills it with water so it can be used for baptisms? Or for thirsty church-cows?)
Nara Visa, New Mexico
photographed 8.31.2025
One Day | One Image 