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Fingers

Lightning bolts, from the storm that was headed our way.

Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 7.3.2017

…and then, the weather moved in

Sometimes, plans just don’t work out.

We thought it seemed like a good night to stay at our land out in the country. There’s no house, but there is a big covered gazebo. We took cots and bedding and snacks and booze and were ready for a nice time. We hadn’t been out there long when the weather took a turn.

By bedtime, we’d returned home…

Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 7.3.2017

Street Tree

Another view of London, where I try to make up for that cliched picture from yesterday.

London, England
photographed 6.8.2017

black/white

A year ago this week, I took a class at the Santa Fe Photographic Workshops. Without going into detail, I’ll just say that I hated it. Two days in, I wanted to come home, but my Patient Spouse and a photographer friend of mine talked me off that particular cliff. I still hated the class, though.

The last night, I hardly slept at all. About 2 or 3 in the morning, I looked over and saw one shirt hanging up in my closet; I made a photo with my iPhone since I didn’t have anything else really going on.

Today, I found out that image was accepted into a show at the A Smith Gallery in Johnson City, Texas. The show, black/white, will be up from August 4 – September 10, with a reception on August 26. Elizabeth Avedon was the juror.

So, it just goes to show, doesn’t it, that terrible weeks can sometimes bring good results.


By then, he’d already moved on
Santa Fe, New Mexico

All the way to heaven

A view straight to the top of the nave is an astonishing vision.

Winchester Cathedral
Winchester, UK
photographed 6.1.2017

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