Monthly Archives: January 2025

is that really how tattoos work?

“Between the lines” tattoos make me think about my attempt at being a Real Artist™ by doing a paint-by-number set. I believe that experience broke my brain, because even now I don’t understand how painting works if you don’t have outlines and numbers and go all the way through painting one color before moving on to the next and the next. The idea of a blank canvas where you can paint ANYTHING YOU WANT makes me need to lie down.

Route 66
Buckhorn, Missouri
photographed 1.28.2023

tin ceiling

Winter got to Joplin the very same day that I did, so my photos were made on very short walks. One of these walks (a walkette?) I happened to see what I am sure started its life as a car repair garage. Currently it is a restaurant supply place and kudos to the current people for keeping those old tin ceilings. That’s a nice bit of history and nostalgia.

Route 66
Joplin, Missouri
photographed 1.29.2023

celebrating years

I love how the Munger Moss Motel is proud of being on Route 66, but also sort of shy about announcing just how many years they’ve been there. I mean, I get it: I’m of a “certain age” myself and would prefer to have to say that big ol’ number out loud.

So, same, Munger Moss Motel, same.

Route 66
Lebanon, Missouri
photographed 1.28.2023

Pinga’s

I haven’t been out shooting new stuff in a while, so here’s some older things (but never before edited, so they’re also new).

This restaurant in Missouri didn’t make it, even with the decorative saguaro painted on the building. It’s a shame.

Route 66
Doolittle, Missouri
photographed 1.28.2023

the long and short of it

This has been my absolute favorite family photo for as long as I can remember. I’ve always thought of it as “Grandpa and the Tall Guy.” And while I have no context on any of this, I want to think that someone saw the humor in getting the shortest man in town to stand next to the tallest one and grabbing a quick photo.

My grandpa wrote “with Bob Bowers, Branson Colo” on the back of the print.

My grandfather was about 5′-2″, which I think puts Bob Bowers at something like seven feet tall.

Branson, Colorado
vintage family photo – date unknown