Monthly Archives: December 2018
L. P. Sloan: born, died
This tell us all we need to know. Or, at least, all we will ever know.
Shafter, Texas
photographed 11.4.2017
The valiant effort, doomed
They tried, the builder of that adobe wall between two abandoned buildings. But it looks like the new wall will soon meet the predicable fate of the other buildings. In fact, the adobes are already starting to erode, returning to the dirt they’re made from.
Shafter, Texas
photographed 11.4.2017
Church Reflections
The town’s hermit monk walked down the hill from the highway and waited patiently (which I guess is something hermit monks are good at) while I got this shot. Then we had a chat. As you do with hermit monks, I guess.
Shafter, Texas
photographed 11.4.2017
Cottonwood + water
My favorite desert oasis is generally deserted* which lets me enjoy the shade, the cooling breeze from the water, the call of the ducks, and the graceful peace I feel when I am there.
near Marathon, Texas
photographed 7.14.2018
*Sorry. I had to.
Feet in the air
Yesterday’s food truck chairs have propped their feet up and are waiting for today’s lunch patrons to arrive.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 7.15.2018
One Day | One Image 