This was taken sometime in the early ’90s at the quarry on McNeil Road in Round Rock. I spent a lot of time out there when I was at UT taking photo classes. Some of my favorite images came from those excursions.
I took this one on the same day.
This was taken sometime in the early ’90s at the quarry on McNeil Road in Round Rock. I spent a lot of time out there when I was at UT taking photo classes. Some of my favorite images came from those excursions.
I took this one on the same day.
It’s funny. I couldn’t find an old photo since some rearranging has made the Closet of Old Photos and Other Unfinished Projects more difficult to reach, but then sitting back at the desk, I saw this one framed and waiting right where it’s always been. I guess I just haven’t noticed it in a while.
It was taken in March of ’95 somewhere in northern Arizona. That’s me in the middle. The woman on the right is my wife, but not then. We were still just friends. The woman on the left is L. She introduced us, but I haven’t seen her in years. J took the picture.
That trip took us to New Mexico, the Grand Canyon, Vegas and finally to LA where I fell in love as the sun fell into the sea.
I took this earlier this year as a summer storm rolled in.
I took this at McKinney Roughs, an LCRA park near Bastrop, in June of 2003. My dad and I often go hiking during the early part of the summer when I’m off from teaching and the heat is still bearable. We explore the parks and trails that aren’t too far from Austin and usually get home by noon.
And, yes, I know it’s Saturday now, and yet it’s still Old Photo Friday.
My wife hails from southeast Texas where alligators are fairly common. I took this about six years ago at the Louisiana Tourist Bureau which is two miles from her parents’ house.
I’ve only seen a few alligators down there, but when I play golf I always make sure I have my sand wedge handy. It is, after all, the best fighting iron.
In the mid-nineties we lived in a duplex in south Austin. It was a good student/slacker home that was in sorry shape, but still, not without its charms.
One complaint was the above window, which sat high in the living room, level with the carport roof. It faced west and in the summertime the sun blazed through it as accurately as if the house had been built by Mayan astronomer-priests. Everyday during that first summer we were there (’95) the temperature in the living room was unbearable and you had to wear sunglasses if you faced that way.
Fortunately, my wife had the brilliant idea of painting it. So we trooped up to the carport roof with our roommate, some paints, and no idea of what to do.
The space scene you see here was the end result and over the following summers, it cut our electrical bill dramatically. When we moved out, we had to remove it – no star lasts forever – and so off it went, absorbed into the gravity well of memory, with the help of some turpentine and sandpaper.
During the summer of 1979 we moved from Washington, DC to Subic Bay in The Philippines. Along the way we stopped in Austin to visit my aunt. She lived in a duplex on Arroyo Seco and her dog shared the backyard with her neighbor’s golden retreiver, Jeremy.
The first morning we were there, we heard my brother screaming, “He’s eating me! He’s eating me!”
We went out to find that Jeremy was introducing himself by licking my brother who was pinned up against the house. I took this picture of my sister after we learned that Jeremy didn’t actually eat people and was in fact very friendly, but the look on her face suggests that maybe we weren’t so sure.