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This photo was made in 2017, and even then it felt like dollar stores were everywhere.
But that was nothing compared to how it is now.
Many small towns don’t have real grocery stores any more, just dollar stores without produce or fresh meat, but with plenty of shelf-stable stuff that’s over processed and unhealthy. Oh, and runaway yellow carts all over the place.
Rayne, Louisiana
photographed 10.21.2017
sun/fish
Fish and a wedge of sun in a street market in Palermo.
When I was a kid, my family took several long road trips to Mexico; we used a Sanborn’s guidebook that noted all the things of interest along the way. And if there was a note about a town (even if it was off our route) that was having a market on the day we’d be there, my dad would turn off the highway for a visit. It was always interesting to see all the things that were for sale, from an entire dead-but-not-butchered-pig, to a few meters of embroidery thread wrapped around a piece of cardboard, to plastic shoes, to jewel-toned soft drinks in glass bottles, to books.
It seemed like the details of our visits to Mexican markets had been lost in my memory. But only a few steps into their Sicilian cousins those memories came back; I was once again a shy blonde kid on the cusp of being grown seeing things that felt mysterious and enticing.
Palermo, Sicily
photographed 1.17.2025
arms full of jesus
I really can’t understand why I actively avoided doing street photography for a really long time. But I guess I got to it when my brain was ready. Or whatever.
At any rate, here’s a woman I saw in downtown El Paso last month. She and Jesus were out taking a bit of a stroll and they were kind enough to pause for 1/480th of a second.
El Paso, Texas
photographed 12.14.2025
sign maker, searching for words
I watched this young man take a very long time, scrolling through his phone, looking for the words he needed to say.
Finally, he found what he wanted and began making a sign.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 1.11.2026
Orwell: a prophet
I read 1984 while I was in high school, when the dreaded year was still a decade in the future. The book scared me and I never reread it.Scenes from it are still vivid in my mind and the awful feeling Orwell’s words gave me has never completely left.
Anyway, here we are in 2026, a fucked-up year (already) and the words are, sadly, relevant. And even more frightening.
at the Renee Good protest
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 1.11.2026
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