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The only way it works is to not look down
You can – even from this angle – see the concentration on the face of the slack line walker as he feels his way along the rope with his toes.
Pearl Street Mall
Boulder, Colorado
photographed 5.28.2011
The desolation of the genre
I never saw this place before it was ruins, so I don’t know what it used to be. Maybe a small motel? A roadhouse? A private residence?
Whatever it was, it’s got a lot of company. Just a little ways down the road is this abandoned motel , and back in the other direction is what’s left of the Hi-Way Cafe.
Roadside businesses seem to have fallen on hard times.
near Marfa, Texas
photographed 8.16.2013
Kamloops Cowboy Festival
I am grateful to my good friend Brett Erickson, who told me about the Art of the West Show and Sale at the Kamloops Cowboy Festival in Kamloops, British Columbia. Actually, in addition to telling me about the show, he encouraged me to enter. And I am glad I did: two of my photographs were accepted into the show.
So, if you happen to be in or around Kamloops from March 14-16, please stop by, and you can see these photos:
It’s Hard to Tell Who Won the War
Taiban, New Mexico
How Many Fond Memories
Hale Center, Texas
#1 Fans
Do you qualify as a #1 Fan of the Dallas Cowboys? No, I don’t either. But if we DID, this is where we could hang out. There are some rules, though, according to the numerous hand-written signs taped to the door. You have to be over 21 to enter. You have to fork over a five buck cover charge. And you can smoke only in “desenated” areas, which are further defined as “in back.”
E. Geneva Street
Slaton, Texas
photographed 1.25.2013
PS: My spouse suggested that this should post on Super Bowl Sunday, in honor of the Cowboys and their triumphant return to today’s Big Game.
The anonymous church
You’ll have to take my word for that this place was a church; I base my opinion on the three large crosses on the side of the building that you can’t see in this photo. There wasn’t a sign anywhere around, and the map of Slaton, which notes quite a few other churches in the neighborhood, doesn’t say what this place is.
My usual route into town was blocked by a train, so I took the road next to the tracks, and when the pavement ended, I turned toward town and found a way that brought me to a part I’d never seen before. There’s a very good chance that you’ll see more shots from this neighborhood over the next few days….
Slaton, Texas
photographed 1.25.2014
