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sant’agata’s day begins
The bells woke me up. I stepped out onto my little balcony to see what the day looked like, and this was what greeted me.
And it only got better.
Catania, Sicily
photographed 2.4.2025
thin man
This guy is quite svelte, isn’t he?
Also, he’s modeling the traditional outfit that devotees – of all ages and sizes (s0, not just skinny dudes) – wear during the feast day celebrations for Catania’s patron saint Agata. (Sant’Agata is also remembered for being the protector of women with breast diseases, bell smelters and firefighters.)
Catania, Sicily
photographed 2.4.2025
seasonal color
A cloudy day made the oranges pop. I mean the literal ones on the trees and the plastic traffic barriers.
Also, how cool would it be to live where you could be just strolling around your neighborhood and have a fresh-off-the-tree snack?
Bagheria, Sicily
photographed 2.1.2025
deflated
This is what’s fun about walking around: how else would you possibly spot a sad, orange basketball against a mossy green wall?
Bagheria, Sicily
photographed 2.1.2025
fiddle
We didn’t stay long at this cemetery: right after we got there, a group of three or four people pulled up nearby. Normally this wouldn’t have bothered me, but one of the group, an elderly woman, walked over to a set of headstones and was sobbing. It started to seem like we were intruding on something that too private for us to be a part of…it was time to leave.
The woman spoke to me, asking, “Do you have people here?” I told her no, and offered my condolences on her loss and her sorrow. She told me that her family had brought her to the cemetery “for the last time” so she could say goodby to her parents and her son. She was moving from Las Vegas to Tucumcari and would be “too far away” to ever come back.
Tucumcari is 76 miles away.
Trujillo, New Mexico
photographed 11.11.2025
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