Monthly Archives: August 2016
A busy bee is busy no longer
It’s another verse in the same song out here: another small-town business is gone.
Roscoe, Texas
photographed 3.20.2016
all these years of thinking ended up like this
My pre-dawn walk in Alpine the other morning gave me some nice things to photograph (like the laundromat and the marquee). The abandoned water bottle…this became all about the water bottle.
It’s been a while since I’ve linked random song lyrics to my images, but this one made me think of Bruce Cockburn’s song “Understanding Nothing.”
Alpine, Texas
photographed 7.25.2016
Artisanal Marker
When I took that class last month at the Santa Fe Photographic Workshops, our instructor said we should “stay away” from making photos in cemeteries or churches. It struck me that he was pushing his personal preferences onto us. And it also struck me that even though he’s famous and I’m not, I get to make that decision for myself. (He also spoke of including “implied narratives” in our images, and I don’t know many places better than cemeteries to find such implied narratives. So what was he even talking about? I’m sure I don’t know.)
Anyway, I found this handmade cross, with a nice artisanal feel about it, in the hot and dry cemetery in Marathon, Texas.
Marathon, Texas
photographed 7.24.2016
5 towers
I made a return visit to this little trailer, which (if you’ve been around here long enough) you may recall from 2013.
Go on over and look at that other photo; I’ll wait.
So, see how it doesn’t look like anything’s changed? My theory is that the hot, dry air has mummified it.
Valentine, Texas
photographed 7.23.2016
One Day | One Image 