Monthly Archives: September 2019
Yes, I kept out
One thing I believe almost more than I believe anything else is that “keep out” and “no trespassing” signs should be believed.
I was discussing that once with my granddaughter, the fabulous Miss Hannah Harvey, who asked me if that knowledge came from “personal experience” or not. She’s 12, but she’s perceptive.
Thornhill, New Mexico
photographed 9.7.2019
Honda Inn
I did used to drive a Honda, but as far as I can recall, I never let it go away on vacation by itself. Was that a thing that I missed? Should I feel bad about it now?
Hobbs, New Mexico
photographed 9.7.2019
Trading Post
I do not doubt for one minute that there are antiques inside this building, if “antiques” are defined by “old crap covered in dust.”
Taiban, New Mexico
photographed 9.2.2019
Ecdysis
Why, yes, I do often use a thesaurus. How else would I have come up with “ecdysis”?
Taiban, New Mexico
photographed 9.1.2019
This place? Again?
There’s really just one thing of photographic interest in this tiny town – that old church building – and it’s been photographed within an inch of its life. I’ve posted a lot of images of it over the years, making me complicit in the crime of over-shooting.
The last time I was through town, I decided to do something completely unprecedented: I turned off the highway on the other whole side of town* from the church and made some photos. But then, the old place drew me in, and I walked down a dirt road for an unobstructed view. Like every other photographer who’s been here, I just can’t look away.
Taiban, New Mexico
photographed 9.2.2019
*”Other whole side of town” = about two blocks.
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