Retirement. Plenty of time to do whatever you want. Wrong. There is never enough time. So one must prioritize, like always. But the choices of what one must devote time to are much broader. Which makes prioritizing more difficult. Photography is one of those priorities. When I studied photography back in the dark (room) age I was hooked. Since I live in an industrial area, I was fortunate to be able to practice industrial photography as a sideline for a few years. But life has a way of changing one’s priorities. So serious photography wound up moving to the back burner for a good while. Now it’s back. But it’s different now. Now we have digital and it is absolutely wonderful. Amazing what 1’s and 0’s can do. Immediate feedback with unlimited creative options. But it is the immediate feedback that is so appealing. Burn a little here and there, boom, there it is right in front of you. Lower exposure a fraction of a stop and it happens in a instant. And if you don’t like it, just go back and do it over. While I do miss the old red lights in some ways, I love photography in the digital age.
There probably aren’t many city boys that can say they have plowed behind a mule; I can. Though I grew up in what was once a small town outside of Houston, my grandparents were East Texas farmers. I spent many a day picking purple hull peas and corn as well as few behind the aforementioned plow when my grandfather’s old tractor was being stubborn. Now as I approach Medicare eligibility and that once small town is part of a 6.5-million-person metropolis, I’ve taken notice of some of those experiences that will be lost to my grandkids so over the past two years I've started photographing some of these relics that are spread across the USA.