May 21, 2005
People complain that I always have my camera out, but I never get the best images I see. This post was inspired by the website unphotographable.
These are but a few photographs I did not take over the last two weeks:
A man with his back to the road standing out in the desert looking at the empty sky, hands aloft. Nobody around for miles. I am the only person in the car who notices him.
5 boys, 1 with a gold tooth, beggars, faces pressed tight to the glass of the window. All startled into silence by the site of a Korean, a gringo, a baby, and a set of identical twins.
A small Mexican cemetery amongst the joshua trees at twilight.
Several young girls in their white confirmation dresses, one with blood on her knee seeping through the dress.
My Tio Rodolfo sitting in a chair at twighlight looking a bit like his father and smiling to himself at the scene of his grandchildren running around him.
Jennifer asleep with her hair all over the pillow. The light just right. Naked baby nuzzled by her side.
A Bush Cheney piñata broken in half in a courtyard.
Four old men holding a wooden coffin aloft on a hot day in Monterrey.
Graffiti on an abandoned building near Highway 59 that said "2 boys got shot here" with flowers strewn around the junky lot.
Mr. Maldonado telling a whopper of a tale, involving his wife, a thief and a submarine, his eyes crinkling when he got to the good parts.
My old treehouse, or what's left of it, covered in vines. Blackberry bushes growing below, bugs in the hot air. Forest light.
A girl from my high school, unrecognizable with age standing in the middle of an empty supermarket late at night.
All the abandoned sno-cone shacks in Lufkin.
The crowd of ladies in their colorful hats outside the gospel Church on Sunday morning waving their fans in the heat.
Some secret places I know.
The sight of the city from the BQE over that big graveyard at dusk.
Muslim ladies with their kids flying kites on the promenade.
Our baby on his grandfather's stomach, both laughing.
Too many other things...