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Town’s simple rhythms
I stopped to get some photos of a car wash (I always think I’ll like photos of car washes, but to date I haven’t actually made any that are bloggable.) It had rained earlier in the day, and that nice puddle caught my attention, and then I saw the reflection of all that stuff.
And the car wash photos? I’ll just say you won’t see them here.
Goliad, Texas
photographed 5.6.2019
The watery grave
I came here to spend the night inside the walls of a Spanish fort, Presidio la Bahía, which dates from the 1740s. But before I sequestered myself for the night, I spent a little time exploring the nearby town of Goliad. That’s how I found this tiny, unnamed cemetery. Eventually all these cemeteries start to look the same, so I was disinclined to stop and make some photos. But then I saw that sprinkler perched on the stone wall. It reminded me of my very favorite book Traveling Sprinkler, by Nicholson Baker.
Goliad, Texas
photographed 5.6.2019
Letter Box
And here we have another example of my looking inside something, or at least letting my camera look around and capture what was there. In this case, the camera was very kind and captured the World’s Shiniest Floor™ and the World’s Last Letterbox*.
Good work, camera.
(There’s been some talk in the past – and I am looking right at you, Ehpem – that I carry a vat of Photographer’s Floor Shine™ with me on my travels. I can state without reservation that I can neither confirm nor deny those allegations.)
New Montgomery Street
San Francisco, California
photographed 4.14.2019
**Maybe.




