Have you ever met someone you liked immediately?
I had parked my VW Rabbit Caddy under the large neon sign and was taking pictures when Luis Ortiz came out to greet me. He was cleaning the windows of the restaurant and took a break to chat for a bit.
We talked about cars, Santa Rosa, kids, and whatever came up. I won’t share the details, but Luis is a great dad and has raised two boys on his own, against some pretty steep odds.
He’s good people.
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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As I pulled up next to the old Kingman, Kansas train station, the one on the edge of town, not downtown, all these cats came running out to greet me. Not just a few, but around 12 at quick count.
The first time I heard Navajo spoken as a natural course of conversation was in Holbrook, Arizona. I was in an art gallery that sold various Indian art. The owner, Nakai, spoke to one of the locals, who dropped by, in his native tongue. He sold me a ring in English.
There was a wreck last night on I-84, just outside Nampa, ID. It was one of those bad ones where you can see flashing lights up ahead, and plenty of them.
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