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college kids
I have a soft spot in my heart for college kids: they seem so young, they’re vulnerable but maybe don’t know it, they try so hard. Sometimes when I see a college student eating alone, I want to (1) cry, (2) go sit with them, (3) buy their lunch, and sometimes (4) call up their mom. I know it’s weird, and I can’t help it.
So this sign telling college students when they could get a food box? Goodness, it broke my heart.
Teague, Texas
photographed 8.15.2021
PS – the tendency of people my age to blame all the wrongs of society on college-age kids really pisses me off. I mean, things are the way they are because that’s what we left for them. They JUST GOT HERE. Give them a chance and give them a break. [End of speech.]
his moment of indecision
He just didn’t know which way to go. I mean, I get it – I am frequently flummoxed by that exact thing.
But the real mystery here is how that water bottle ended up there on what seems to be an inaccessible ledge.
Houston, Texas
photographed 1.13.2018
the world as we knew it, 3
If you were to draw a line from Buddy Holly’s grave to my parents’ graves, it would intersect this statue by noted sculptor Charles Umlauf.
I’ve photographed it and written about the statue’s history in a previous post. This time, when I went to photograph it I was in a different mood than that post – less documentary and more emotional. And so that’s how this image earned a spot in my new series that I am calling “the world as we knew it.”
Charles Umlauf sculpture “Guardian Angel”
City of Lubbock Cemetery
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.21.2022
sometimes death seems far away
Up in the mountains above Albuquerque alongside the road that’ll take you the back way to Santa Fe, there’s a little cemetery wedged between a Burger Boy and a gas station. It’s a humble, unassuming place. Unless you count the clouds and the tiny bit of light on those graves.
Cedar Crest, New Mexico
photographed 7.1.2016
shop window
My parents had visited this town on a trip to Nova Scotia. By the time I made a trip to Nova Scotia, my mom had passed away and my dad was in hospice care.
But I remembered my dad’s souvenir from this town, a vintage brass alidade that he held on his lap (carefully boxed up) on the flight home. Later, he spent several months polishing the brass until it looked like it was new. It was his pride and joy.
So it seemed right, that as he lay dying back home, I’d take a short detour to Annapolis Royal and sit by the water and think about his alidade. And him.
(Oh, and what’s an alidade? It’s a surveying or navigational tool used to sight distant objects. His introduction to the field of engineering was working on a surveying crew, and his Nova Scotian souvenir was surely a reminder of his youthful years.)
Annapolis Royal, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.27.2015
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