You can almost hear the jukebox drop a 45

Two small shelves. Packed. Staring back like the last witnesses.

Tying Laces, Riding Bikes, and Looking Up at the Sky

Inside the Gate

I remember that day in Albuquerque like it was a dream painted in cobalt and coral. I found myself parked along a quiet stretch of track, the old brick tower of the former Glorieta Beer brewery rising beside me — its faded lettering still proclaiming “Home of Glorieta Beer” as if

(A Slow Note) Give Dawn the First Word

Savor What Slow Reveals

During my 2015 SW High Desert Photo Tour, I found myself in Tucson when someone casually mentioned a church nearby — no name, no details, just a suggestion. It was enough. After a brief disagreement with my GPS, I managed to find it. The parking lot was quiet, the sun heavy

At the Alpine, Texas Artwalk