24 hours in my home town and at my parents house in the country, I became a part of the car culture as I commuted between Fort Worth and Dallas on my day’s errands and social engagements. This is my first set with the 24 hours series that was experienced with car travel and what I’ve learned in comparison with the other cities I’ve photographed is that you miss so much life when you zoom by at 70mph. I always ask myself “why do I love living in New York?” and through this project I’ve come to realize that I like being open to new experiences. When you walk from one destination to the next you have to experience the sounds, smells, weather, locals and events that you hadn’t planned on happening around you. In Cape Cod when I went for a walk down to the ocean’s edge I came across some local fishermen and we talked for about an hour on the business of being seamen accompanied by fascinating stories. If I had driven I would have missed that conversation and richness to a local culture.
To me, this set of 24 hours is very different because it consists of moments of destinations premeditated with broken time intervals where I commuted in the car which breaks up the narrative of the day. However, that is what this series is for — to compare the different cultures, landscapes, people and experiences of time spent in diverse cities to better understand how we live and how we choose to live in the future.
24 Hours in is a series where I capture an honest portrayal of a place through my experience and what I see within 24 hours shared in 24 frames. All images taken with my Hasselblad 500c and black & white Tri-X 400 film.
“Over time, the cowboys of the American West developed a personal culture of their own, a blend of frontier and Victorian values that even retained vestiges of chivalry. Such hazardous work in isolated conditions also bred a tradition of self-dependence and individualism, with great value put on personal honesty…” Cowboy
Landscapes of Texas & Cowboys of Fort Worth.
All images taken with my Hasselblad 500c and Tri-x 400 film
Never in my life had I been able to wake up on Christmas morning to a White Christmas until this past one. It’s not that snow is a new thing to me, I have to deal just like everyone else with it in New York (see my Walkin in a Winter Wonderland story) to the point where I kick at it to go away. It’s just, this is Texas. The state where my mom wears her Christmas sweater despite the fact she is sweating. Where when I was little my parents made me change because I was wearing my Santa sweat shirt with shorts to school. So for the first time I got to wake up, look out my window and stare in awe at an undisturbed blanket of glittering white snow. These are the pictures from my morning walk, A Texas White Christmas, From Me To You.
This past Christmas Eve it snowed in Texas… about 3 inches… this is a big deal. Never-mind that the day I left New York for Dallas I couldn’t see the steps OR handrail down my brownstone’s entrance having been buried in the blizzard and I still managed to get to the airport with an on time flight departure. BUT.. 3 inches in Texas means the city shuts down. I don’t think I’ve ever seen downtown Fort Worth so quiet and empty. The only two people “crazy enough” to be out taking pictures in this weather was a newspaper photographer and me.