hindsight
I was happy to find several Edsels parked in McLean – they are very ugly cars. They are ugly to the point that they become endearing, really.
I am not sorry that none of you saw my contortions while I was trying to get this shot. You know how it is: your mind thinks “Yes! That rear-view mirror. And a reflection. And the light bouncing on the fender. We’re not leaving until THAT shot happens.” and before you know it, you’re in danger of second-degree burns from all the chrome and metal you have to drape yourself across. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not regretting any of it.
(My friend Gerald has a collection of vintage Mercedes. I was very enthusiastic when I told him about the Amazing Edsel Graveyard I discovered. He tried to be nice about it, but I could tell maybe Mercedes People and Edsel People do not naturally co-exist.)
McLean, Texas
photographed 7.27.2026
farming: an uphill battle
There’s a town on the flat, eastern side of New Mexico that has one building and a cemetery. What I mean is – that’s all that’s there. Other than a lot of horizon, a bunch of sky, and a crop of wind turbines.
I’m sort of digging the symbolism (which may be unintentional) of the farm implements struggle to get up the hill: agriculture life is rough and getting rougher.
Inez, New Mexico
photographed 5.31.2026




