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life moves quickly (except for the slow parts)
Although it doesn’t sound correct, this is in fact my wedding dress. A blurry, purple-ish version of it, anyway. I was working on an assignment for an online photography class and while this didn’t even come close to what I was supposed to be working on, I still liked it.
(My mom made my dress, from Vogue pattern number 1363. It has about 54 miles* of lace hand-stitched onto the chiffon skirt. She would be very disappointed to see this photo, which blurred all her hard work.)
*According to the information on the back of the pattern, the dress required 11 yards ( ! ) of lace, which doesn’t even sound plausible. Maybe I need to take an Actual Photo of the dress instead of this one…
PS: Here’s the pattern. Please note that my dress had neither the cape attachment nor the headscarf atrocity.
a difficult shot
I am not a sports person, but even I can tell that this basketball goal is inconveniently located.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.12.2025
fireworks, stars, and trash
This was fun – we found a place out on the very edge of town where people congregated to shoot fireworks and we spent at least an hour out there watching all the fun. I took 805 photos, deleted all but 52 of them because they were (a) just dark empty sky; (b) blurry only not in a good way; or (c) stupid. And of those 52, I edited TWO of them.
So congratulations to this photo for beating some pretty tough odds. This one made the cut because it had a lot going on that told the story – lots of fireworks all at once, tail lights streaking by, headlights cutting through the smoke, fireworks trash in the parking lot, and a light sprinkling of stars.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.4.2025
sparklers
Is it considered stalking if you take 17 photos in a row of a trio of people posing for each other with sparklers?
There is, of course, no particular reason I am asking….
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.4.2025
drive-by
The highway heading south out of Lubbock (it has a number* but we call it the Tahoka Highway, but only because that’s the next town) has a lot of seasonal fireworks stands. At this particular one, I guess someone couldn’t wait ONE MORE SECOND to light up some sparklers.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.4.2025
*My brain refuses to complicate things by learning highway numbers; it would very much prefer to know the names of the towns a particular highway goes through. That led to many circular conversations with my father-in-law that went this way:
FIL: What road did you take? 86? 239?
Me: I don’t know. Tell me some towns I would have gone through…
FIL: So, then 44, maybe?
Me:
We each thought the other one was ridiculous, and in a rare agreement, we were both right.
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