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A stunning vacancy
I have a bit of a fascination with this building. On two different work trips to San Antonio, I could see it from my hotel room. Of course, I photographed it. It looms over the River Walk, and I’ve photographed it from there as well.
From what I can tell it’s the only building along this part of the River Walk that’s vacant. That raises a lot of questions. Is there some terrible flaw that makes it unsuited for redevelopment? Was an awful crime committed there? Is it tied up in legalities?
Also, from what I can tell, it’s got potential.
And it’ll be a sad day for me if I get back to San Antonio and the place has been torn down.
San Antonio, Texas
photographed 11.25.2016
Angles of Confusion
Typical convention-center carpeting, with shadows of doors and windows – that’s what I saw at the conference…
Phoenix, Arizona
photographed 4.2.2016
I’ve lived as a stranger in my own house, too
Abandoned houses reminded me of the Bruce Cockburn lyric* “I’ve lived as a stranger in my own house, too.” from his song “Use Me While You Can.”
Ludlow, Colorado
photographed 9.4.2016
*Not a surprising turn of events, is it?
Massacre and the Memorial
We hadn’t really planned on going to Ludlow. We’d planned on stopping in Trinidad for the night; when we got there, the Patient Spouse was checking Wikipedia*, and caught a reference to the Ludlow Massacre. At the very same time, one of my Facebook friends had posted something about…the Ludlow Massacre. And, my blogging friend Matt had mentioned something about it, too, in an email he sent before our trip.
So, of course, we had to go.
Ludlow, Colorado
photographed 9.4.2016
*This is also how we learned that Trinidad was once known as the Sex Change Capital of the World.
More good news. And it came at a good time.
I’ve been spending this week in the hospital, because I had knee replacement surgery on Monday. Late yesterday afternoon was when the nerve block wore off and I started to feel like, as my friend Pat Maines says, “hammered dog shit.”
No details, but I’m a terrible patient.
Anyway, in the midst of the torture sessions they call “physical therapy” I received news that two of my images have been selected into a show called “Dream” at Darkroom Gallery in Vermont. Susan Burstine was the juror. And, as always, my profound gratitude to everyone who follows this blog, for I couldn’t do it without you. And big thanks to Jocelyn Young, who told me about the show.
The juror chose “i dreamt i was an angel”, which I made in Santa Fe:
And, making its second appearance in a jurored show is “Dusty Ghosts of Time”, from Trinhcera, Colorado.
