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Someone Waits
I don’t have the slightest recollection of a person standing outside the window when I made this image, and am not sure I believe there was, despite strong photographic evidence to the contrary.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 8.16.2013
Living the dream
Ahhh…Far West Texas.
When I was six, my family went on our first camping trip. We stayed at the Davis Mountains State Park, way out in West Texas; I don’t remember too much about the trip other than sleeping in the tent and my dad and I climbing way up the hill across from our campsite to what we called the Resting Rock, where we could look down on my mom and sister, made tiny by the great distance.
Later on, in high school, I was part of a group that went to Big Bend National Park every year at spring break and one year we spent the night in the state park at the Davis Mountains. I remember that the leaves were falling from the live oak trees, which was the first time I knew they lost their leaves in the spring. I didn’t see the Resting Rock.
And, still later, I started taking myself on kind-of-annual trips to that part of the state. I camped a couple of times, stayed at the lodge at the state park a few more, and stayed in Alpine and Marathon, too.
It’s my favorite part of Texas. I feel good there.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 1.19.2013
PS – Of course, the Resting Rock was probably about ten feet up the hill, but I was six. And I lived where it was flat, so any sort of uphill climb was probably quite a challenge.
Attempts at a coverup
Actually, I believe there were at least two attempts:
* that stucco around the top of the window has had something done to it
and
* obviously those signs in the window are hiding something.
And, of course, those curtains are pretty suspicious, now that I think about it.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 1.18.2013
The loudest silence
This place left me feeling unsettled.
Maybe it was the way the trees were closing in on that old church. Or maybe it was the way I felt them closing in on me.
It might have been the plywood where the stained glass had been, like a blind eye somehow watching me.
Or it might have been truly a sinister place.
in a town too small to have a name
west of Danbury, Nebraska
photographed 8.31.2014
This?
This? Oh, it’s just a little something I found on a wall in Victoria last summer. And that’s absolutely all I’ve got to say, which I realize may come as a shock to some of you.
No, wait – there’s one more thing. I hadn’t really thought about baggy pantyhose in quite a long time. Until now.
Victoria, British Columbia
photographed 8.3.2014
