Vintage Motels

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As promised, an explanation as to my endless delight with hotels:

Vintage Motels

(No, that's not me. That's my roommate during my first year at UT Austin. That was my shirt.)

I love hotels. My fascination with hotels amounts to my appreciation of these three things: 

Design

Travel

History/Nostalgia

Wrapped up in all of those things are sentimentality, respect for change, romance, creativity, imagination, and grit.

The Perfect Horror Film Set in Lovely Burnet, TX

In my blog on travel, I mentioned my love of horror films and said I'd post a video.

It's a long shot, but some of you may remember an email I sent out a while back. On or around July 24, 2009, actually. If you knew me then, I'll refresh your memory; if not, the story's the same.

May, two years ago -- We went to Lake Buchanan out in Burnet for my birthday. It was such a great time. Very quiet, very country, very uneventful and small town. Not knowing much about Burnet, I should say those were the characteristics of the town at that particular time and place. Maybe it's different around other corners or when seasonal events bring out the locals and tourists. I was thrilled to just be in the moment, appreciate the vibe, and enjoy nature.

Searching for Margarita

Set my margarita down to check out the cute stuff for sale at Hotel Havana & when I walked back to sit down & relax, I realized it was over on the table with incense, candles, and maracas, etc. What's the point of this? I just like the sound of my heels on the old, wooden floor and the music in the background. Watching this made me wonder how often I mumble questions, cutting myself off as I find the answer before I can finish my own sentence.

Don't Touch the Comforter! My love of hotels and motels of all kinds can be traced back to my first experiences in the late 70's.

Vinyl chairs at the Hotel Havana, San Antonio

As far back as I can remember, I've always loved traveling and I've always loved hotels. My earliest memories of traveling are when we lived in Detroit and would take road trips to visit our family in Cleveland. While my sister and I were sleeping my parents would pack us up in the car in the middle of the night and hit the road. My mom said this made things a little easier with toddlers and the quiet of the night. Plus, my mom was a night owl until pretty recently and used to do everything at night - clean, move furniture, go to the grocery store, and whatever else. I was a night owl through college, of course, and for many years afterwards -- and did the same things my mom did, just add alcohol.

I mean, really. Tell me this isn't beautiful.

Welcome to my photo blog. I'm like a Native American Confucius on Espresso.

So, here it is. The Photo Blog.

I've had a website for quite a while and have changed it around a number of times. Originally, I thought of it like most anybody else would - as a sort of permanent collection where friends, collectors, and clients could purchase fine art photography prints, look at samples of my work to get an idea of wedding photography, and see photography prices for prints, events, and photo sessions. As I was creating the website and organizing images and pages into themes, I began to think of it more as an online gallery, where I could swap out art and continually post new projects. That didn't work out as I had envisioned due to template and design issues that made things too cumbersome so I added a blog, where I would announce exhibits, updates, sales, and maybe just my thoughts and opinions on occasion. Now, I'm back to the original idea -- I'm just going to use my website as a landing ground -- a sort of permanent collection.

And so what will I use this for?