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Food Truck, after hours
You know how I like to peek inside empty buildings? Same with after-hours food trucks, as I have recently discovered.
This is the Cow Dog truck, which parks beside Plaine Coffee, right there on the main drag in Alpine.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 11.3.2017
Wading Pool (dry)
Several years ago, a friend of mine told me about this county park south of Marathon. It’s on my regular rotation of places to visit when I make my Far West Texas trips, and I’ve become fascinated (or, obsessed – it’s a fine line) by this wading pool. Last year it had water in it, and I didn’t have a wide enough lens to get the shot I wanted. This year, I had a wide lens, but there wasn’t water.
There’s always next year, when maybe the lens-and-water situation will work itself out…
near Marathon, Texas
photographed 11.3.2017
Almost like a bee in a bonnet
A Texas-sized wasp climbs up the glass in front of a display of Texas-sized hats.
East El Paso Street
Marfa, Texas
photographed 11.3.2017
Soft colors of the south
I lived in New Orleans for a few years, when I was in grad school, and this color palette is exactly the way I remember the city, where even the bright colors are muted.
Bruce Cockburn’s song “When You Give It Away” includes the line “languid mandala of a ceiling fan/teases the air like a slow stroking hand” comes to my mind every time I think of New Orleans. The heavy air there, so wet it seems to barely move, makes everything seem slow, languid.
(This is the last of the photos from my Louisiana trip. Tomorrow begins a new adventure, to the deserts of far West Texas.) (I like extremes.) (Apparently.)
St. Charles Avenue
New Orleans, Louisiana
photographed 10.25.2017
One Day | One Image 