Viewing: Bexar County Line

Half Baked, Fully Cooked

Half Baked, Fully Cooked

Hooters and the Lutherans

Hooters and the Lutherans Downtown San Antonio is a mecca for conventions, and rightfully so, there is much to see, and most important, an abundance of meeting spaces. I made the fatal mistake of thinking I could wander by a coffee shop and graze for free food in the mall, during the invasion of the […] Read More

Big Red and Barbacoa

Never realized, not on a cognitive level, not everyone knows what Big Red is, apparently a localized construct. Being a regional person, I never thought that this was an item, a commodity, a regular grocery thing, I never thought this wasn’t available, like, worldwide. Like, Coke, Pepsi, Dr. Pepper. To me, its presence is, like, […] Read More

Tito’s and Icons

Walking passed the place, the other afternoon, I unlimbered my phone and caught a quick image. The name of the restaurant is “Tito’s” and it’s in the old Alamo St. Market building. Tito’s Icon and images The image fro the other afternoon is here, with obvious image manipulation done on the phone itself. No big […] Read More

We are so VERY open!

It’s what the sign said. Just seemed important to let the buying public know, we are open for business. Happy New Year […] Read More

Winter Chill

And that, my friends, is the problem with digital archives online. Points to another problem I’ve yet to effectively work around the way the overhead lights wash out and add a waxy texture to pictures of vegetables. Usually, it’s my pepper porn.* *Really offends my Cousin Pepper, but the two have no direct relation. My […] Read More

Nothing Says Xmas

It’s truly local, but I’ve heard about it, seen it, along the line that’s South of I-10. Arbitrary line, in my mind, but as a demarcation point, it seems to work. In “old Austin,” the line was I-35. East Side was “rough,” or, in more politically correct times, “of color,” whereas the western side of […] Read More

Minimalist Image

When so little says so much. Dated May of 2008, a car in a parking lot, across the street on San Pedro, across from the first Taco Cabana. Singular memory, where a single set of digits and letters and can evoke such a strong image with little, if any, other details available. That (web) site […] Read More

The Death of Purple Prose

Some days, the picture tells the story, and other days, I want to add something. Or explain myself. The image is from a parking lot, obviously something that was underfoot at the time. Late October, be a good guess. I’m frequently drawn to images that involve asphalt or other paving as there seems to be […] Read More

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