"I'm bored " I moan, bursting for an excuse to run away somewhere foreign. To tease myself I delved into my archive to revisit some of the Texas scans I ve ignored for a while. The title 'All for nuthin' remains.
I walked in the blissful heat spotting him from the corner of my eye. The ghost town lived up to it's reputation and he remained the only person I saw for at least an hour. A vividly recall a women nursing a hose and chatting to him in Spanish. She warmly agreed to explain my request for a portrait and the gentleman bashfully agreed and bowed his head.
I'd like to return to driving through that desert...oao x