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life’s hard road
Like most photographers, I have certain scenes that I am attracted to, that are meaningful to me.
About 1997 I started photographing roadside crosses; it was an exceedingly odd thing for me to do, because I would never considered myself to be a photographer. But there was a voice in my head, a feeling in my soul that I *had* to do it. I tried to ignore it as long as I could but eventually that voice became too much to ignore. For a decade, I photographed these memorials, first using a point-and-shoot film camera, then moving on to a very basic digital camera; I almost never photographed anything except these sad memorials.
Then one day, I was done. With the project, and with photography.
Only of course I wasn’t: two years later I took up posting a daily image and here I still am, shooting and posting my way through.
And eleven days ago, I stopped at a roadside memorial. Some things just don’t relinquish their hold on you.
Bailey County, Texas
photographed 8.17.2025
hard times had landed
Here’s the latest entry in my long-running practice of shooting photos through dirty windows, just to see what’s inside.
The last time I posted one of these sorts of photos I commented that there is nearly always a water bottle somewhere in the scene. And just because I can’t see one here probably only means that it was there, but wasn’t visible…
Bledsoe, Texas
photographed 8.17.2025
an early warning
There’s something different about the light quality these days – I can’t describe it at all. (I tried. It did not go well). I feel it more than see it…
But what I can see are that the sunflowers have drooped toward the ground, literally hanging their heads.
The change in light, the change in flowers: the seasons are tilting toward change.
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 8.15.2025
ag/industry
It’s not “just” a farm: check out those power lines.
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 8.15.2025
dead flowers
I have no concept of how far away something is…it might be three feet, or 7 yards, or a quarter of a mile: I just can’t really estimate it.
That’s why this particular shot is at once a challenge and a triumph. I was shooting a vintage lens that didn’t communicate with my camera to any particular degree and that meant I had to flat out guess how far away the camera was from the subject and dial it accordingly on the lens. And look what I did: I got the focus on the actual things I wanted to, you know, be IN focus.
For just a very brief time, I felt like a genius. (I’ve gotten over that feeling by now, of course. But I did feel like I ought to mention it.)
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 8.15.2025
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