A locked door at a long-abandoned gas station. It is in the heart of downtown Lubbock, which could lead one to the conclusion that perhaps downtown isn't as vibrant as maybe it could be.
One of my earliest memories is of my parents staying up late to process slides in the kitchen. I can still remember the first photograph I took - of a rock, with a mountain in the background. In college, I was almost positive I was going to be the next Ansel Adams.
All of which has led me here.
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