There are quiet places we find, seldom traveled and often overlooked. They aren’t magical or special in anyway… until we make them so.
an ongoing study
There are quiet places we find, seldom traveled and often overlooked. They aren’t magical or special in anyway… until we make them so.
An aluminum can discarded on the side of the Trinity River.
The seats waiting for a flight out of the US Air Terminal at Philadelphia International Airport.
An old, rusted bucket from a bulldozer.
Taken in a field of abandoned equipment behind a gas station off of Hwy 287 near Childress, TX.
An abandoned building on Zion Cemetery.
Taken near Frisco, TX.
A self study.
An swamp cooler on its last leg clanks along on a hot summer evening in Marfa, TX.