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the last night of fireworks season
I can’t tell you how I know this, but if you have a very specific shot in mind – say a relatively empty parking lot at a fireworks stand so you can get photos of blurry people moving back and forth to buy bottle rockets or whatever – a much better idea is to go and get this shot on a night that is NOT the last night that the fireworks stands are open.
This is not the shot I wanted, but it’s the shot I got. Sometimes that’s the way it works. The important thing is that I tried. Right?
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.4.2025
the night shoes
Eight years ago (already!) my friend Al and I met in LA to take a weekend photography class with the incredible Sam Abell. It was a lot of work, a lot of learning, and some photographic successes.
The class took a late afternoon field trip to Union Station where we composed-and-waited to our heart’s content. Then some of us explored nearby Olvera Street, where we arrived just as the shops were shutting down for the day.
Olvera Street
Los Angeles, California
photographed 2.18.2017
pride
There is no way to stretch one’s imagination to make Lubbock seem progressive. Not even close. Honestly, the place gets on my nerves a lot.
But I was proud to go to Pride and see how many people were there. It did my soul good to see people being themselves, openly and without apology. Because, seriously, why should anyone have to live with apologies for being who they are?
Lubbock Pride
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 6.28.2025
campfire coffee
The photographer I used to be seems like a distant memory. That photographer who would never intentionally photograph people, and instead stuck to ragged buildings and empty landscapes – the photographer I thought I’d be forever – has left. And now I actively seek out places where I can photograph people doing what they do – even if they’re doing it on a very cold morning in Alpine, Texas, to cite just one example.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 2.22.2025




