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faded (old) glory
Just because buildings are vacant/abandoned doesn’t mean there’s nothing to see.
This little vignette’s got metal siding where a big plate glass window used to be with a smaller window stuck in. And – and! – a very tattered and faded American flag.
The other side of the shot has a sign whose awkward wording led me to read it as “home drop off please no furniture” which naturally made me wonder why they wanted people to just drop off vacant homes. Ah, language: so amusing. Ha, my thought process: probably not so amusing.
Tahoka, Texas
photographed 3.5.2026
an accidental diptych
I meant for this to be just an image of that statue, who looked like she was holding that light over her head (and, also, possibly, holding up the entire ceiling).
But, as the Photography Gods sometimes dictate, that actual thing that needed to be photographed was the way reflection of the other side of the street turned this into a diptych. As a bonus, the way the warm and cool lights play off each other is fun to look at.
Lamesa, Texas
photographed 3.5.2026
braille-ish
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 3.4.2026
the general
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
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