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tools of the trade
I can’t even begin to understand everything we saw during the Sant’Agata procession. Devotees in the streets purchase candles (yard long ones, not like little American birthday candles) which are handed up as offerings to the men on the candalore ((gilded wooden constructions). At various points during the three-day long procession, the parade stops while candles are removed in order to make way for more. At one of these stops, we stood behind a pair of priests and I had plenty of time to work on an image of this wooden rosary and its shadow.
Catania, Sicily
photographed 2.4.2025
devotee
On the morning of the first day of the Feast of Sant’Agata, I looked out my hotel window and saw a solitary devotee heading toward the cathedral.
It wasn’t long before the streets would be filled with people, many of them dressed in the traditional feast-day clothing like this gentleman. This moment, although I didn’t realize it then, was the only bit of quiet for a long time: the parades celebrating the Saint are loud and joyous.
Catania, Sicily
photographed 2.4.2025
the last of them
“Dried and faded flowers” is a bit of a cliche, isn’t it? The flowers here were eleven days old when I photographed them and instead of fading, their color grew more and more concentrated, the way a sun-dried tomato takes on a deeper red and a richer, more nuanced flavor that its fresh version.
I didn’t eat these flowers at any point, so my comparison is more a product of my brain than a simple statement of facts.
But anyway…here’s the last of the dried flower photographs. Tomorrow it’s on to something else.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.26.2025
eventually it fades
Is “focus” a suggestion instead of hard photographic rule?
Do those yellow petals look like flashes of fish in a pond?
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.26.2025
false rain
Me + a spray bottle + lots of side-eye from our houseguests got me this picture.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 5.23.2025
One Day | One Image 