Monthly Archives: August 2021
8-7 Buffet
I was embarking upon a 280-mile drive the other morning. And I made it all of 27 miles from my house before I was compelled to exit the highway and make a series of turns to get back around to photograph this place. And the thing is, I’d already driven by it a thousand times (estimated) and never even noticed it. Until I did. And of course, once I saw it, I had no option but to photograph it.
Road trips with me are time-inefficient, but just rich in frequent stops.
Tahoka, Texas
photographed 6.11.2021
Bays
The closet door in my studio has notecards with project ideas. I am (disturbingly) organized about this: new project ideas are on pink notecards and those are all taped along the left-hand side of the door. And then, as the project develops or my ideas change, I write updates on green cards that are taped next to the corresponding pink one. And the notes are always (always!!) written in Sharpie. And then, when a project is either finished are has languished for a long time, the pink-and-green cards are accordioned together and taped in a grid at the top of the closet door.
All of this ridiculousness to say that car washes are, in fact, listed specifically on a green card and that green card ties back to a pink card with a wonderful project title* (because sometimes I get the title first).
Maybe you wish you didn’t know this about me. Too late, now, though…
Alpine, Texas
photographed 6.12.2021
*No, I am not going to say the project title. I once had a delightfully funny photograph title stolen from me before I could even use it. Not that I think any of YOU would do that, I did learn my lesson.
Fly Scoot
I saw this at the dead-airplane place in New Mexico. I’d never heard of Scoot airlines before and it hardly sounded real, but it turns out to be an actual thing. Its website says it’s an “airline for the young, the young-at-heart, and the value-seeking.” They are based in Singapore and serve Australia, China, and India. And yet: I saw this plane in the middle of New Mexico…
Roswell, New Mexico
photographed 5.22.2021
narrow path forward
There’s not a single thing here that says “welcome”…yet I stopped anyway. I had to.
(I mean that literally – we’d spotted this place a month earlier, on the way back home from a weekend trip with some friends but we drove right on by. But I didn’t forget it. I couldn’t forget it. So I did what I had to do.)
Chaves County, New Mexico
photographed 5.23.2021
our faded love
You all know by now, I imagine, that it’s not uncommon for random song lyrics to land in my head when I am making photos. This time it was an old Bob Wills song, only redone by my friend Terri Hendrix, that took root.
Temple, Texas
photographed 7.17.2021
One Day | One Image 