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The encroaching forest
As I mentioned the other day, I recently went to British Columbia to meet up with my friend Ehpem. He was an excellent host, showing me non-tourist parts of Victoria, and arranging a trip up the west coast of the island, where’d he planned a stop at this little ocean-front community because he knew I’d like to see (and photograph, endlessly) the remains of the place.
As we were standing there, cameras in hand, he remarked on the difference between what the surroundings looked like compared to what I usually see in West Texas. It was a good point: we have more problems with encroaching dirt than encroaching forests…
Jordan River, British Columbia
photographed 4.22.15
(Here’s a self-portrait that Ehpem made during our Jordan River stop.)
Breakfast
Breakfast was a big deal, I guess, judging from the size of this sign.
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 5.4.2013
Metered Service
Of course I’ll walk down an alley!
That’s where the utility meters are.
Spur, Texas
photographed 3.14.2015
This took a while
It’s a big, old, leaky building. It’s full of old cars and trucks, broken (I assume) appliances, and piles and piles of clothes. This particular pile has been there so long that the coat hanger has started to rust, leaving a hanger-shaped stain on the shirt. In a rainy climate this wouldn’t take long – but Spur gets only about 23 inches of rain per year (less, lately: we’re in a drought). So, it’s been a while since that pile of shirts landed on the floor.
Spur, Texas
photographed 3.14.2015
Blocks of Color
If the Caribbean were cut into blocks and stacked up, this is what it would look like.
Spur, Texas
photographed 3.14.2015
One Day | One Image 