Category Archives: architecture
Cistern
This old place has a lot going for it – weather wood siding, some elm trees, and a red-brick cistern.
Dexter, New Mexico
photographed 5.10.2014
Fat’s (across the tracks)
Later in the day, I took a lot more shots of Fat’s (don’t worry – some of them will start showing up on the blog*), but this was the first one, taken from the other side of the tracks. (I don’t know which side would have been considered the “wrong” side; I kind of liked both sides.)
A couple of things about Fat’s – one is that name. It’s hard to imagine that a restaurant with the word “fat” in the name would be successful. And the other thing is that it did not appear to be still in business, a fact hinted at by that telephone pole’s shadow across the front door, sort of X-ing it out.
Roswell, New Mexico
photographed 5.10.2014
*A shameless ploy to entice you back, perhaps!
Ridges: morning sun
If you like corrugated metal (Ehpem – this means you), you’d love this warehouse beside the train tracks. The shadows from the early sun added a lot of definition to that wall, which is surprisingly wavy and which makes me wonder what in the world is going on inside that place.
I also like the shadow from the arched roof, and the broken down trash bin.
It was a lovely place, and worth getting up for.
Roswell, New Mexico
photographed 5.10.2014
More of the same
Just for a change of pace, I decided to stop and take a picture of an old building in a little town. Ha! Ha! Of course that’s not a change of pace – it’s what I do.
I capped off a great day of shooting in Roswell the other day by making some additional stops on the way home, including at this fantastic little place in Tatum, New Mexico.
To be fair to Tatum, the town’s population is increasing, up 15% between the 2000 and 2010 census counts; at last count, it stood at 798 people, which is the opposite of most places I seem to end up.
I did not see that many people while I was in town.
Tatum, New Mexico
photographed 5.11.14
Why I love my job
My co-worker, whom I will call Brad (but only because that’s his name), stopped by my office the other day and told me, “I found a place you’ll love. Tokio. Between Brownfield and Plains.”
My co-workers are good about giving me tips on where to shoot; another one, that I’ll call Alfonso (because he gets called that a lot, even though his name is Adolfo), travels around almost every weekend and texts me photos of things he sees that he thinks I’ll like.
It’s sort of fancy, I think, to have a whole team of location scouts. And it’s one of the reasons I love my job.
Anyway, the other day when I was coming back from my photo adventure in Roswell, I remembered what Brad told me, and pulled off the road to check out Tokio. He was right: I did love it. I loved it even thought the wind was blowing and there was a cloud of dust headed my way. (You can see it in this picture, that gritty looking stuff behind the house.)
Tokio, Texas
photographed 5.11.2014
One Day | One Image 