A brand-new personal series on one of my favorite places to camp, shoot and ponder. If you have never walked an empty highway at midnight in the middle of the desert, this is the place to do it. The scenery is positively prehistoric. (Note: there’s a lot less retouching in these than you think.)
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… 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.