… to visit my sister, her husband and their wild children. And if you shoot at all, you know there’s nothing more liberating than shooting in a new place, spontaneously, without planning, lighting or agenda. It’s what drew us to photography in the first place. Personal work is what recharges us.
The 1974 Chevy Vega that I seriously considered buying.
On the road.
Owen hitting my sister in the car — the moment I realized that maybe one kid is enough.
Smitty’s BBQ employee Virgil Hendershot, as dry and crusty as the meat they serve. Lockhart, TX.
Lockhart girls dressed for some weekend Mexican dancing. I owe their mom some jpegs. Man, do I owe a lot of people jpegs.