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not a rain culture

A man wearing a red shirt and a silver bolo tie and carrying a small leather journal noticed me as he stepped carefully through the sidewalk puddles and said, “We don’t have a rain culture here.” And it was just that lack of a rain culture that made a rainy day enjoyable.

Heard Museum
Phoenix, Arizona
photographed 12.28.2022

Hotel Scene: floodlights and rain

My side of the hotel faced the turnpike, which could account for those extremely bright floodlights, lighting the way for weary, moth-like travelers. On my last morning in Oklahoma, heavy rain on the windows diffused the light…but not very much.

Stroud, Oklahoma
photographed 10.13.2021

PS: Today would have been my dad’s 98th birthday. He and my mom lived in Stroud, Oklahoma, where this photo was taken, for a short while in the mid-1950s. I almost never plan out my photos to be posted on any particular day, so it was a just a coincidence that this one landed on his birthday. (I think that sometimes the Photography Gods are doing some behind-the-scenes work.)

the night hurricane Ida arrived in Boston

Having a hurricane in Boston wasn’t something that I really thought would happen, but there was quite a bit of rain and wind that one night. Remembering that “Shitty weather makes good photos.” – the second time in three days that I am quoting Sam Abell – my camera and I went for a bit of a walkabout in the rain.

photographed 9.1.2021


One of the best trips I’ve been on was this one, two weeks in Nova Scotia. I’d happily return any time.

I was shooting for a specific project at the time, and never really posted anything else from the trip. And I’ve gotten a little weary of all the Texas and New Mexico stuff I’ve been posting, so here’s a short pivot north. This particular scene includes a lot of things I’m not used to shooting: oceans, rain, fishing shacks, buoys, boats. Oh, and trees and hills.

Whale Cove, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.28.2015

The Ark

Just look at that rain! It seemed like it was going to last for days – as many as forty, maybe. And the name of that store is The Arc of St. Martin. See how it almost came together in an hysterical joke?

St. Martinville, Louisiana
photographed 10.21.2017

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