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the murder road

Probably because I’ve lived almost my whole life in places that are mostly treeless, an area that has more than six trees makes me immediately suspicious that something bad has happened in there. Or if it hasn’t happened, it’s because it is about to happen.

So naturally, I assumed this is a murder road. Or, you know, will be one at some point.

Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.30.2025

procession (a sacred duty)

A tiny slice of the parade to honor Sant’Agata. It’s chaotic. And spiritual. And confusing. And somehow comforting.

Catania, Sicily
photographed 2.4.2025

live free (but purchase food)

I really can’t quite make the connection between fast-food at Sonic and living free. But the sky was pretty.

Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.20.2025

tricks to trucks

It was right about in here the other night, as we drove around so I could photograph stuff from the car window, that a woman in a white truck seemed to find our actions suspicious enough to warrant her keeping an eye on what we were doing. She followed us all the way through the neighborhood and for a few miles after we left. I guess she wanted to make sure we were REALLY leaving. Or (and this is less likely) she was wanting to copy my Artistic Technique.

Either way: we made it home.

But aside from all that, the sign that says “tricks to trucks” makes me laugh. I want it to be the title of some sort of redemption tale of a sex worker who found her true calling as a truck mechanic.

Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.20.2025

floral/stems

flower stems, in a vase, and made abstract

Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.19.2025