There are lots of really cool old buildings here in San Marcos.

San Marcos is a relatively small town... and there are still feed stores, ranch and hardware supply businesses all around the square. In the mornings I walk... all over town... I keep noticing the amazing patterns and textures scattered through out the back alleys and sidewalks around town... so one day... I did something different. I grabbed my Sony and went out at sunset... what can I say!

I love the way the hasp tang of this door is just hanging there... unhitched. I like the radial swipes of it's swing... and the rust streaks under the handle. Oh! The things I see in this barn door…

The hasp on the hay barn at my Grandfather’s farm in Wheelock was almost identical. I remember it hooked through the eyelet with a hand whittled oak peg jammed into it... smooth, tapered and slender... meticulously sanded... complete with that wonderful, dark, waxy patina... the product of a lifetime of being handled daily by the marvelous hands of my mother's father.

A world class trophy; that whittled stick. Purposely poked in a certain rusted, mandrel bent, iron loop. Holding in the work of seasons. Enfolding the sweet smell of summer... parceled into rectangular bales... stacked to the trusses.

I'd willingly give five years of my life... to have twenty minutes... or maybe even just five... at sunset on a crisp October day... to be allowed to capture those long lost images from my past onto film. There are no words or images that can convey to you my meaning.

You either understand it… or you don’t!

I can still smell the milking barn and hear the rooster's crow... and the lonely sound of a car approaching on the highway late at night... sleeping out on the porch swing... the morning dewdrops resting like a halo on the un-mowed grass... cutting trails through it with granddaddy in the early morning... my hand hitched in the hammer loop of his hickory striped overalls... winding out to the meet the cows.

I can still see my home. I can still see that from whence I came.

Compositionally, I consider this one of my best shots ever! "Sometimes… no matter how hard I try... I just can't explain it adequately!

Sometimes, you just have to let art flow over you..."