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sacked
I stepped into the public restroom because…well, for the obvious reason. And a bit of magical light (and one white paper bag) greeted me.
San Elizario, Texas
photographed 12.15.2025
church + grackles
Don Toothaker, my shooting partner and excellent friend, and I enjoyed the town of San Elizario – there are a lot of reasons why but if I try to write them down here, they start to sound trite or maybe a little bit like I’m trying to hard. Suffice it to say, then, that we were in sync with what we felt and what we saw and how we felt about what we saw. And we saw and we felt a lot. The day was beautiful.
Presidio Chapel of San Elizario
San Elizario, Texas
photographed 12.15.2025
110th turkey
Some members of my family are data driven: we have a weird need to know how far, how many times, how often, how much. Some of us keep spreadsheets to track ridiculous statistics. Others of us know that their rate of travel shooting a Route 66 photo project is 17.8 miles per hour.
We are the Keepers of the Statistics.
Anyway, that is how we know beyond a doubt that this pot has fried 110 turkeys since 2000: there’s data to tell us.
We know we’re dorks. We don’t care. And even it we did care, I don’t think it would be possible for us to abandon our weird ways. My dad, an engineer to the last molecule in is body, was a Collector of Data. He kept an old-style surveyor’s notebook in his car and would carefully note the car’s gas mileage at every fill up. He also kept scrupulous travel journals, the last page always containing a summary of miles traveled, total expenses, and the per-day averages of both. See? We can’t help it.
Plano, Texas
photographed 11.27.2025
family silver
My daughter-in-law’s mom and sister graciously hosted us for Thanksgiving. It was a delightful holiday, with good food, lots of laughs, time together. And a beautifully set table.
Plano, Texas
photographed 11.27.2025
what it looks like inside a dust storm
It was hard to tell if this old house was coming or going…either way, I have some concerns about the stability of the right-hand side. It’s developed a bit of a droop.
To be clear, the dust was NOT blowing the day I was there. But it was definitely a possibility given this place’s location in the middle of a cotton field, which was itself in the middle of an arid region. My mind assumed the dust and through the Magic of Editing™ I was able to get the photo to look the way a dust storm feels. (If you’ve never been in one, you ought to head out here and give it a try!)
Scurry County, Texas
photographed 11.26.2025
One Day | One Image 