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Dead Tulips

I had a tiny, tiny surgical procedure a while back (it was so tiny that from going back to the operating room to walking out the door to go home was just over an hour) but my sweet friend Janet thought I’d earned a lovely bouquet of tulips.

Remembering the photographic success I had with week-old roses (also from Janet!), I save the tulips until they started to fall apart. As you can tell, old tulips aren’t quite as compelling as those roses. But still, I had to try.

my kitchen table
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 1.24.2018

Flag Store

This little enterprise is set up on the Interstate access road. The inventory is varied, but does seem to favor rugs and flags that have stars on them.

Sweetwater, Texas
photographed 2.23.2018


Along this ridge, south of Sweetwater, there are literally too many wind turbines to count.

(See those crooked white lines that look like giant sutures? Turbines. See what I mean?)

near Nolan, Texas
photographed 2.24.2018

The Eye of God


Yes, the (electronic) eye of God watches everyone who enters the church.

St. Mary’s Church of the Assumption
Praha, Texas
photographed 1.12.2018

Past the tipping point

The thing is that a lot of small towns in this part of Texas are past the tipping point, and there doesn’t appear to be any way to salvage them.

Melvin, Texas
photographed 2.25.2018

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