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midnight is where the day begins
To add a little bit to the post from Saturday, where I mentioned my naming of images…sometimes I will read the Dictionary of Symbols to find phrases that catch my eyes/ears and that I can relate to a feature in the image. (You might be surprised at how lyrical and emotional the language in that book is.)
I was reading about the symbolism of night during my title search and learned that by ancient Irish folklore each new day begins at night, an idea I’d not ever given the slightest thought to. But I liked it, and liked it enough to use the thought at a title.
And then the next thing that happened was that a weird and magical connection happened when I was naming the photo that’ll post tomorrow. Come on back to see what that’s all about!
Portland, Maine
photographed 3.14.2026
water/snake
You really should have seen me taking this photo. I was leaning over a low concrete wall and holding my camera as close as I could get it to this water. I am sure that the townspeople appreciated the view and so I think I need to apologize for that particular thing.
However, I also want to thank the fine folks of Petersburg, Texas, for providing such an interesting photographic subject. It was quite an ten minutes of shooting.
Petersburg, Texas
photographed 5.30.2026
what is reflected if not truth
The entire block of buildings on the west side Main Street had had a catastrophic roof failure at some point. And the windshields in one of the businesses reflected the other side of the street in a nice way. (You know how I am about reflections.)
For a minute I thought there’d been a fire but then noticed that things inside the buildings didn’t show any smoke or water damage. Also, it didn’t happen recently – satellite images from October 2024 show the damage.
Roosevelt, Oklahoma
photographed 4.25.2026
the night reflection
I think I’m figuring out the technique of using puddles and reflections…
It was very dark in the puddly vacant lot and I wasn’t even real sure what I was going to end up with. What I like is that the night, the reflections, and the puddles worked together to turn an extremely ordinary setting into something that’s unexpected.
And just as I was walking back to the place where I was staying it started raining. The rain, which brought its friends thunder and lightning, lasted nearly all night. I slept very, very well.
Mason, Texas
photographed 4.11.2026
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
