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keeper of cosmic and moral balance
Really, out here if you say “We had a windy day.” it’s redundant: every day – every damn one of them! – is windy.
(I reached out to the visitors’ bureau folks to see if they wanted to sponsor this post. They declined, citing my “poor attitude” and “tendency to exaggerate” and a few other things.)
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 5.10.2026
deck/chairs
An arc of chairs, facing north toward the view. And the storms, when they come.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 7.19.2024
a shadow of itself
Out at my place on the rim of a canyon*, it’s usually too windy to catch a photo like this – generally these thin stalks of grass are whipping around at blur-inducing rate.
But the there was this one day in December when it was sunny and warm and calm. So I made this image.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 12.17.2023
*I mean, it’s not the Grand Canyon, but nevertheless, it is still a canyon.
arcs (with spikes)
I mean, sure, these are pretty. The spiky arcs (and the way they repeat themselves.) The golden light. The contrast with the green.
But don’t be fooled: those things will stab you without a second thought.
(Reasons to Use a Zoom Lens, lesson one)
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 12.17.2023
One Day | One Image 