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I almost talked myself out of posting this. It’s uncomfortable to look at and even worse to think about. (Plus the spelling errors…)

But of course I realized those are reasons TO post it, so here it is.

(I did find out a few details about this situation and they are pretty much what you’d expect them to be.)

Castro County, Texas
photographed 12.8.2024

not the kind of night i am used to

I spent a little bit of time the other day looking back at photos I’d made in Nova Scotia almost a decade ago. Initially I thought this one was too dark or too blue or something and so I never edited it. Maybe it was my mood when I rediscovered it, but that blue really appealed to me this time around.

Digby, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.27.2015

cousins, the day we got in trouble

I’ve been looking through a stack of old family photos lately, and that’s how I found this gem.

That’s me on the left, with my two cousins and my sister. I don’t know what we were in trouble for having done, but I look AT LEAST 100% guilty the way I’m not making eye contact and am sort of slumped down in an effort to (maybe) disappear.

And let’s not even get me started on whatever the hell was going on with my bangs…

Littlefield, Texas
photographed summer 1964

sharks that can swim on the land

At this point, those iconic Cadillacs are more spray paint than car. In case you were wondering.

Cadillac Ranch
Amarillo, Texas
photographed 11.29.2024

reality can be too vivid

How can you go to Amarillo and not visit the Cadillac Ranch? It’s not that hard: you just don’t go.

But if your Thanksgiving travel plans didn’t work out and you’re bored at home and you decide to go to Amarillo because why the hell not and you’re going to have dinner at the Big Texan Steak Ranch, you may as well go all in and stop at the Cadillac Ranch* since you’re in town anyway. The wind was blowing approximately 1 million miles per hour that day**, so it was a brief visit but still…

Cadillac Ranch
Amarillo, Texas
photographed 11.29.2024

* Seriously, though – how many things can really be called a “ranch” before it starts to seem desperate?
**estimated