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campfire biscuits
Cowboy poetry was the stated reason for the trip. And it was definitely worth it.
But, truly, the best part of the whole deal was the morning chuckwagon breakfasts. Everyone was friendly and easy to talk to, there were lots of things and people to photograph, and dammit, those were some good biscuits.
Lone Star Cowboy Poetry Gathering
Alpine, Texas
photographed 2.22.2025
harpist
We found this place the first night we were in town, and by the time we left four days later, we’d been there often enough to have a regular drink order, know the names of the servers and the manager, and have opinions on the menu offerings.
The last night that we visited, there was live music, including this gentleman who was giving it everything he had.
(This magic place: Alcove Social. But the neon sign outside says Saddle Club. Tell ’em we said hello.)
Alpine, Texas
photographed 2.21.2025
fire/light
I don’t know even one thing about the technical part of lighting for portraits.
But what I do know is that the flames from a nearby campfire provide a nice warm light for this cowboy’s face.
Lone Star Cowboy Poetry Gathering
Alpine, Texas
photographed 2.22.2025
frozen cadillacs, 2
There is no way that I am a good enough photographer to convey how freaking cold it was that day. The wind – that damn non-stop straight-from-the-North-Pole wind – cut right through me.
I did have enough foresight to bring winter gear with me and my big coat was nice and warm. My hat and gloves were less helpful, largely because for some ridiculous reason I left them in the car. Winter survival skills are not necessarily something I am skilled at, as you could probably already ascertain.
Cadillac Ranch
Bushland, Texas
photographed 1.18.2025
One Day | One Image 