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campfire coffee
The photographer I used to be seems like a distant memory. That photographer who would never intentionally photograph people, and instead stuck to ragged buildings and empty landscapes – the photographer I thought I’d be forever – has left. And now I actively seek out places where I can photograph people doing what they do – even if they’re doing it on a very cold morning in Alpine, Texas, to cite just one example.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 2.22.2025
you who are the stranger
This place is special in ways that I can’t explain. I hope that all of you have a place or two just like it.
near Toyahvale, Texas
photographed 2.18.2025
toy explosion
This is why I’d rather have a road-trip lunch at a hometown place instead of a chain restaurant out on the Interstate. I love the randomness of it all – the lack of a baseboard, the way the wainscoting doesn’t quite match, the cord and outlet, the weird silver thing hanging off the wall, and (the best part) those vending machines.
Also we saw a man there who looked like Roy Orbison, if he was still alive and a lot younger.
Terrazas Restaurant
Pecos, Texas
photographed 2.18.2025
the seat of god
Like many things I find on my wanderings, this place failed to offer any strong clues about what was/is going on. I know someone got fancy with the concrete block. And I know there was a random chair in front of a similarly random broom. But past that…
Redford, Texas
photographed 2.19.2025
tenant farmer
So, does God get the agriculture exemption on His taxes, or do Paul and Linda claim it?
(Just one brief example of the sort of nonsense my brain comes up with.)
near Childress, Texas
photographed 8.5.2025
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