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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
virgil, reading by a tree
This kid was amazing – he was garbed up in his cowboy gear and seemed to feel really at home talking to all the cowboys at the chuckwagon breakfast. He liked to pose for photos, a thing we noticed and that was independently confirmed by his mom.
And when he’d had enough of all of that, he sat under a tree and read his book (a graphic novel about dragons).
Alpine, Texas
photographed 2.22.2025
a degree of concentration
Every time I go to Alpine I make a stop at the Big Bend Saddlery. I like looking at the stuff, most of which I can’t identify, but that I nevertheless like to see. I’d guess I generally stay about a half an hour.
This time, with my friends in tow, we made a stop…and stayed two hours. The staff were friendly and accommodating about letting us go back into the workroom, where we visited with saddle-makers and leather-toolers and tried to juggle staying out of their way as they worked while still getting photos.
We didn’t just take photos, though: we all left with purchases, too. And those leather gloves I got sure are warm…
Alpine, Texas
photographed 2.20.2025




