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Remember the the other day, when I mentioned the avoid-Interstates trip? That was only part of the reasons we ended up in Trinchera, Colorado. The other reason was that I remembered my dad mentioning it. Now, I’ll admit that it would sure be a better story if I could recall what he said about it, but I can’t. (On the good side, though, at least you don’t have to read through a long account of something that happened in 1928 and was already boring as soon as it had happened.)
But, anyway. Trinchera. The road and the train cross over Trinchera Creek just on the west side of town. And there’s a path down to the creek, which gave me a nice view of the railroad bridge.
Trinchera, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
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
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