So we traveled to Omaha to visit my mom and I managed to shoot a couple lousy photos. Not sure why I was so interested in filling the frame with the boring sky. This one reminds me of a joke my dad would often tell when we drove past large construction projects. What’s the state bird of Nebraska?
apartments on the plains. . . reminds me of a Bill Amundson doodle (Denver artist).
because of decreasing buffalo populations . . plastic is now the go-to material for making teepees
queen elizabeth. . .
Stevie Ray Vaughan is no longer caught in the crossfire. . . he’s caught in the Google Plex.
Maybe I can be one of those photographers who shoot pictures of scraggly trees in west Texas? Then I can sell them to a hotel chain where they will hang them in bathrooms, next to the mini-fridges, or above the king-sized beds. Then when visitors enter the hotel room and flip on the lights, they will see my photos. They probably won’t look very long. I mean, these are just scraggly trees in barren Texas landscapes. They certainly won’t wonder what the photo means. Or consider buying a print. Instead they will likely flip on the TV. Order room service. Go to bed. And never think of the photo again.
So we visited San Antonio. . . above you can see the official Alamo putting green.
Tour guide at the Alamo explains indecisive leadership, masked invaders, and US-Mexico border disputes. Luckily we don’t have to worry about these problems today.
Davy Crockett. . .king of the San Antonio office park.
Here’s a lousy photo of an Alamo reenactment. Even though this lady’s iphone is floating in my frame, I did manage to catch the burn coming from these old guy’s flintlocks.