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Fingers
Lightning bolts, from the storm that was headed our way.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 7.3.2017
…and then, the weather moved in
Sometimes, plans just don’t work out.
We thought it seemed like a good night to stay at our land out in the country. There’s no house, but there is a big covered gazebo. We took cots and bedding and snacks and booze and were ready for a nice time. We hadn’t been out there long when the weather took a turn.
By bedtime, we’d returned home…
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 7.3.2017
By the light of day
The sun was at that awkward stage between shining almost right in my face and being low enough to drop behind the wall.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 4.22.2017
Crowbar, Bible, and Construction
The little crowbar (which I was told is actually a pry bar) is holding down a broken-spine Bible at this house renovation out in the country. From the looks of things, the only original parts of the house that are being salvaged are the walls and the floor.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 4.22.2017
The only hill around
Sometimes you have to make your own fun.
Other times, you have to make your own topography.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 6.9.2016
One Day | One Image 