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over/hang
It is either family tradition or state law that any time we go through Santa Rosa, New Mexico, we have to stop at the Blue Hole, a locally-famous place where you can go scuba diving. (Yes. In the middle of New Mexico.)
“Someone” has a strong need to stand by the water and gaze upon it, sigh heavily, offer (probably unsolicited) observations to anyone else standing there, and otherwise wax nostalgic for those long-ago scuba days (which were as recent as last year, but whatever).
During this ritual (or legal requirement) I go to the restroom. And this is what the building looks like.
Blue Hole
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 11.8.2025
rest in the place of light
I’ve made hundreds of photos of this cemetery and (what’s left of) the church but I’ve never stopped there at night.
That night in Santa Rosa was just perfect: the temperature was exactly on the edge between warm and cool, there just the tiniest breeze, and the skies were clear. It was far too nice outside to go sit inside a hotel room so I did that thing photographers do. I stopped to take a few pictures of this place and was there for the better part of an hour. Passing traffic helpfully provided a bit of light painting.
Also: I did step inside the graveyard. At night. By myself. And wasn’t even creeped out one bit. For whatever that’s even worth.
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 10.5.2024
magical lights
I will always fall in love with a nighttime street that’s got lights hanging over it. Always. Every time.
I mean, I don’t fall in love with it enough to photograph it the “right” with a tripod and focused and stuff. But anyway, my brain likes this more ephemeral look so my brain and I are going to make you look at this version. That’s the way we roll.
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 10.5.2024
building security
Another randomly-spotted street scene somewhere in Palermo. Between the metal bars across the windows and the tenacious stand of ivy, the place seems pretty secure.
Palermo, Sicily
photographed 8.29.2022
market needlework
My mom made all of my clothes (except for my Girl Scout uniforms and swim suits). And while I absolutely did not get her abilities for or interest in sewing, I appreciate the art involved.
And maybe that’s why these clothes (which were hanging from a metal panel that had a bit of a makeshift look to it) at a Sicilian market caught my attention. But, really, though, why would anyone overlook that delicate pink and white edging on that sleeve?
La Vucciria Market
Palermo, Sicily
photographed 8.30.2022
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