Another rolls of film from my recent trip to West Texas and New Mexico. A developement in practice of getting used to the limited controls of the pentax me. Shooting only in ilford 400 I kinda came to realize that I didn't need any more information from the photo's itself. The black and white and in between is all I really needed. There is much to say again about the trip to Texas. There is an ambiguity about the different cultural lifestyles that the people who reside in the border sprawl partake in. There is a creation of seperation between the nostalgia of my childhood and the distance of the growing city and the growing people. Hueco had been just as magical as the last. Pure and utter bliss to be sunkissed under baby blue skies before im back to the frigid cold that seeps deep into bone. New Mexico was rugged, beautiful, and desolate. I had made an effort to finish a Mccarthy novel just like last year as its only ritual now to read of a not so distant land that lied here between the fiction and reality of man, city, and its environment. Ill be back again next year