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oddly classical
I’m not really used to thinking about a gas stations being so fancy that they required Ionic columns and clay tile roofs, but this place had both of those things.
Also, it has all those windows and would make a fine art studio – just needs a couple of weekends, probably, to get it all set up.
Breckenridge, Texas
photographed 8.6.2022
to the charity of night
Sometimes hotel room views are terrible.
Obviously this was not one of those times.
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
photographed 9.7.2024
unquiet spirits
Some photographers would probably have taken a tripod on their after-dark stroll through downtown Santa Fe.
I am not one of them. And I’m not even the least bit apologetic.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 8.31.2024
trail
A couple of years ago, I needed to go from Lubbock, Texas, to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, which is about a 360 mile drive. And the drive goes through two states: Texas and Oklahoma.
But also we’d heard about a good restaurant in a little town in Colorado and added that into the trip. And then we added a swing through Tesuque, New Mexico, just for the hell of it. That expanded the trip to about 1600 miles* and included five states.
Anyway, this is something that we saw along the way that we’d’ve missed going the regular way.
near Cheyenne Wells, Colorado
photographed 9.4.24
*Not counting all the u-turns that photography seems to demand.
sun/fish
Fish and a wedge of sun in a street market in Palermo.
When I was a kid, my family took several long road trips to Mexico; we used a Sanborn’s guidebook that noted all the things of interest along the way. And if there was a note about a town (even if it was off our route) that was having a market on the day we’d be there, my dad would turn off the highway for a visit. It was always interesting to see all the things that were for sale, from an entire dead-but-not-butchered-pig, to a few meters of embroidery thread wrapped around a piece of cardboard, to plastic shoes, to jewel-toned soft drinks in glass bottles, to books.
It seemed like the details of our visits to Mexican markets had been lost in my memory. But only a few steps into their Sicilian cousins those memories came back; I was once again a shy blonde kid on the cusp of being grown seeing things that felt mysterious and enticing.
Palermo, Sicily
photographed 1.17.2025
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