There’s a lot I could say about Odessa, Texas. I lived four years of my life on the dusty scrub plains of West Texas. I have beautiful things I could say about it, and like any other place, some not so beautiful things, too.
This image comes from one of my last days in town. I was wandering and photographing near the garage that I took my trusty pickup Ethel to on a regular basis (newspaper work is hard on your car). This man was sitting in his truck, reading the paper and smoking. I made a few images from farther away and eased my way in closer. He saw me, said, “Good morning,” took another drag, and that was that. A quiet moment for a quiet morning.
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