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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
the seat of god
Like many things I find on my wanderings, this place failed to offer any strong clues about what was/is going on. I know someone got fancy with the concrete block. And I know there was a random chair in front of a similarly random broom. But past that…
Redford, Texas
photographed 2.19.2025
welding
This right here is what happens when you can’t commit to one font and decide to try a variety of them.
Also, the place appeared to be out of business, but that’s probably not directly related to the signage situation. As far as I know.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 6.7.2025
and stay out
Some places seem welcoming, like they’d be happy for you to hang out, relax for a while, enjoy some food or beverages, make new friends. You know what I mean: they are the kinds of places you can think back on with fond memories for lots of years.
This was not one of those places.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 6.5.2025
tenant farmer
So, does God get the agriculture exemption on His taxes, or do Paul and Linda claim it?
(Just one brief example of the sort of nonsense my brain comes up with.)
near Childress, Texas
photographed 8.5.2025
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