Author Archives: Melinda Green Harvey
campfire coffee
The photographer I used to be seems like a distant memory. That photographer who would never intentionally photograph people, and instead stuck to ragged buildings and empty landscapes – the photographer I thought I’d be forever – has left. And now I actively seek out places where I can photograph people doing what they do – even if they’re doing it on a very cold morning in Alpine, Texas, to cite just one example.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 2.22.2025
you who are the stranger
This place is special in ways that I can’t explain. I hope that all of you have a place or two just like it.
near Toyahvale, Texas
photographed 2.18.2025
toy explosion
This is why I’d rather have a road-trip lunch at a hometown place instead of a chain restaurant out on the Interstate. I love the randomness of it all – the lack of a baseboard, the way the wainscoting doesn’t quite match, the cord and outlet, the weird silver thing hanging off the wall, and (the best part) those vending machines.
Also we saw a man there who looked like Roy Orbison, if he was still alive and a lot younger.
Terrazas Restaurant
Pecos, Texas
photographed 2.18.2025
fake
This had the chance to be poignant scene – flowers and a candle next to wavy glass in a ghost-town church.
But it’s a battery-operated candle and fake flowers. I hope that at least the glass was real but I was afraid to tap it with my fingernails in case it was plastic: I couldn’t have stood the disappointment.
Terlingua Ghost Town, Texas
photographed 2.19.2025
the seat of god
Like many things I find on my wanderings, this place failed to offer any strong clues about what was/is going on. I know someone got fancy with the concrete block. And I know there was a random chair in front of a similarly random broom. But past that…
Redford, Texas
photographed 2.19.2025
One Day | One Image 