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keeper of cosmic and moral balance
Really, out here if you say “We had a windy day.” it’s redundant: every day – every damn one of them! – is windy.
(I reached out to the visitors’ bureau folks to see if they wanted to sponsor this post. They declined, citing my “poor attitude” and “tendency to exaggerate” and a few other things.)
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 5.10.2026
night/terror
No surprise to anyone that’s seen more than, say, four of my photos: I can’t go very long without posting some kind of a reflection. And for some reason, hotel rooms have the best reflections.
So, while the conference I attended may not have been particularly helpful for my real job*, the hotel room views did provide some nice opportunities to make images.
Frisco, Texas
photographed 4.27.2026
*My real job – grants writer. And I SURE ENOUGH went to a session on using AI to write grants. It felt a little bit (or a lot) like spying on my competition.
discombobulation
Photo recipe:
- Get a room on the 7th floor of the hotel
- Stand at the window with the curtains closed behind you* to eliminate (most of) the reflections
- Take a few-ish intentional camera movement photos
- Then choose two of them to layer into one image
- Decide to mirror the resulting image
- And THEN decide to mirror the mirrored image
And there you go.
Frisco, Texas
photographed 4.29.2026
*Which I am sure looks completely sketchy to anyone who happens to look up. But it’s dark, so maybe they won’t notice?
one way or another
To be honest, these are two different businesses. But they are on the same block in downtown Paducah and it amused me to make them into a diptych – especially diptych that completely evaded answering the open-or-closed question.
Paducah, Texas
photographed 4.25.2026
the smell of a quilt in the sun
I think a lot about the way old, soft, thin quilts smell when they are on a grassy lawn in the sun. The fragrance-memory is powerful.
And that’s why I was happy to discover this old family photo the other day. I’m the kid on the left* and while I don’t have a recollection of this exact moment, the photo evokes the essence of sun-warmed cotton fabric.
My mom was 31 when this photo was made, but she looks heartbreakingly young. And those glasses? I’d wear them right this minute.
vintage family photo, dated 1959
Lubbock, Texas
*I think that, as a three year old, I had a remarkably strong side-eye game.
One Day | One Image 