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in front of all this beauty
A lighthouse up the hill behind me, and the north Atlantic way down there, shrouded in the fog. It was lovely.
Cape Forchu Lighthouse
Cape Forchu, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.3.2015
Without a net
It’s weird how these things start: you see a lonely basketball goal and make a photograph. Then you see it again from a different angle and make another photo. Then you start to notice more and more and more and more and more of them and before you know it. there’s a gallery of sad basketball goals.
Toyahvale, Texas
photographed 3.24.2021
Shiprock, in the smoke and in a hurry
Last summer, we took a long road trip; most of the trip was under skies made hazy from western wildfires. And part of the longest days of driving were conducted under Extreme Boredom Conditions. This photo is an illustration of what happens under EBCs, when I pull out a camera and just…hit the shutter. It was interesting (at least to me) that the speed blurred the road sign at about the same degree that the smoke hazed over Shiprock, off in the distance.
Shiprock, New Mexico
photographed 9.7.2020
Memory
Someone carefully tends to this roadside memorial: a sadder task is hard to imagine.
Clovis, New Mexico
photographed 6.6.2021
It was in tatters faster than expected
That thin fabric was little match for the knife-edge of the broken glass. It only took a couple of strong wind storms for the glass to start to saw the curtains; it all went downhill from there.
Lazbuddie, Texas
photographed 6.6.2021
