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Back when I thought I was going to be a poet, I submitted some poems for a critique. One of the poems was titled “Deserts Always Win” – I’d written it after a drive through the deserts around Victorville, California, where I saw lots and lots of remnants of things that hadn’t worked out – homes, businesses, dreams. And – unlike places with heavy vegetation – plants didn’t grown up over the left-overs, so the defeat was always in clear view of anyone who bothered to look. Apparently, the person who critiqued my work had not ever been to a desert; they took very strong exception to my title and to the premise of the poem.
I’m not saying that unfavorable critique led directly to my becoming a photography. I am also not saying that it didn’t play a part…
Anyway, here’s a hulking ruin in eastern New Mexico; it appears to my photographic eye that once again, the desert was victorious. (Poetic me still stands by that, too.)
Chaves County, New Mexico
photographed 5.23.2021
wire hangers
People think they know what the French Quarter looks like – and, mostly they are right. It does indeed have a lot of wrought-iron balconies and bars and street performers and booze.
But, because it is a neighborhood where actual, real people live, it’s also got things like dry cleaners. And wire coat hangers.
New Orleans, Louisiana
photographed 1.8.2016




