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That’s why I felt like I was being watched
I was in Brownfield, Texas, on a Sunday morning, doing my thing – checking out stuff downtown. I found the vacant movie theater, and shot a photo through a broken window to get the interior. Then I turned around, and let my gaze track across the marquee that jutted over the sidewalk. Two-thirds of the way across it, I saw this cat, just chilling in the joists. I was a lot less chill when I spotted her, but after I got over the initial surprise, I laughed. Then I made a photo.
At least it wasn’t a crazed killer lurking up there…
Brownfield, Texas
photographed 2.3.2019
Small offerings: what now my love
This building’s roof was caved in, and the inside of the place was piled with roof rubble and other junk. A series of small offerings had been lined up on the window ledge (that’s a cookbook, open to a recipe for something called Crème Moka.)
And on the ground? Oh, that’s Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass’s record “What Now My Love”, a big hit (#1 on the Billboard Album chart for nine weeks!) in 1966. My friend Gerald, a former professional trumpet player, once described Mr. Alpert as a “hack” trumpet player. As far as I know, Gerald was not the person who left that record there on the sidewalk….
Grandfalls, Texas
photographed 12.25.2018




