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Hat Canyon
The man sold me a hat.
Then he said, “Here’s the picture you want.” and led me to the long table stacked with straw hats. Then he pointed at the hat-canyon down the middle.
The Mans’ Hat Shop (“Excellence in Men’s Headwear Since 1946”)
Albuquerque, New Mexico
photographed 3.26.2015
It seems strangely familiar
I moved away from Albuquerque in 1982. I’ve been back a handful of times since then – enough, I guess, that when I got off the train from Santa Fe, it seemed like I’d never left. I even found myself looking around for the woman we called Point Lady, who stood along Central Avenue, shouting and pointing at anyone who looked in her direction.
I never did see her.
Train platform
Albuquerque, New Mexico
photographed 3.26.2015
Breakfast
Breakfast was a big deal, I guess, judging from the size of this sign.
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 5.4.2013
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 