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reflections of small town life
Every time I go to Littlefield, there’s something that catches my attention. On this particular trip I made a lot of photos of this shiny thing (not a mirror – I don’t know what it was) leaning against a wall. I particularly noticed the way its reflection was monochromatic while the rest of the scene, though quite ragged, was colorful.
Littlefield, Texas
photographed 8.3.2024
number 8, on the move
Number eight, over there on the right is in the fifth grade. She’s been playing soccer since she was in pre-Kindergarten. She’s also played volleyball, basketball, and softball. She plays golf with her dad and can’t wait until she’s old enough to run track at school.
This season, she’s also playing flag football so there are two games almost every Saturday.
And she’s my granddaughter Bennett.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 9.21.2024
all attempts at reconciliation failed
To be clear: these flowers were fresh and fragrant when I received them. Ten days later, though, they were neither of those things.
You know my mind rarely follows a straight line, so maybe you’ll see that this made sense to me: I thought it would be entertaining to turn the “dew on flowers” trope around and make dewy drops all over dead flowers. I know: it sounds dumb now that I see it written down. And maybe I ought to have written it down BEFORE I took a pile of photos.
I don’t know how much trope-turning I did, but I did find out that wet, dead roses are really stinky.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.18.2024



