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the empty part
Last year I attended a conference in New Orleans; after a day or two all the people and noise and commotion started to get the better of me. And then I found sanctuary in the far end of the convention center.
Earnest Morial Convention Center
New Orleans, Louisiana
photographed 4.22.2018
Kind of like a mural
The view from my hotel room in Chicago offered a view of the office building across the street; it was like a mural, only one that changed from minute to minute. If my trip had been a couple of days longer, I would have started to figure out whose schedule demanded late hours at the office.
in a hotel room
Chicago, Illinois
photographed 10.29.2018
Airport Bar
Naturally, a flight from Omaha, Nebraska, to Lubbock, Texas, would have a layover in Nevada*. I guess.
And, also naturally, the last leg of the flight was delayed by a few hours**, giving me plenty of time to find a chair opposite a bar and take a few photos. I wan’t bored.
McCarran International Airport
Las Vegas, Nevada
photographed 9.1.2018
*Perspective:
Driving Omaha-Las Vegas-Lubbock = 2,252 miles
Driving Omaha-Lubbock = 741 miles
**Because the inbound flight hit a bird and the plane required maintenance. No word on the bird.
Who am I to doubt these mysteries?
It’s been a while since I’ve posted song lyrics that (in my mind) relate to the day’s image. This photo made me think of the song “Guadalupe” with the fantastic line “Who am I to doubt these mysteries?” and here are two versions of it. This one is by Tom Russell, and this one is by Gretchen Peters, with Tom Russell. (If you like the way Tom and Gretchen sound together, you should look for their album One to the Heart One to the Head.)
I found these well-used candles in the church in Terlingua, Texas’s most famous ghost town.
Terlingua, Texas
photographed 1.20.2013
Back/light
A walk in the woods, and a lovely back-lit plant.
near Wimberley, Texas
photographed 1.19.2019
