March 4, 2010
Thunderbird Motel, US 67, Marfa, Texas
This place seemed to access a part of me that I thought was off limits.
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- Deron Bauman: yep.
- Deron Bauman: to put it another way, I’ve been looking for a worse first sentence for fifteen years. and the...
- Michael Lang: Fifteen years is impressive. Crap to stand the test of time
- Deron Bauman: I found mine fifteen years ago.
- Michael Lang: Wow, while I’ve plenty of ideas for awful, I don’t even know where to begin with judging...
- Coop: Love this. Will go now to the others.
- Terence: Pretend like you don’t care and let the resentment slowly come to a boil over a period of years,...
- Aaron Winslow: Of course, you eat cake with your hands. You’re lusty, bold fellows who know how to kick up your...
- Rick neece: Danny and I will do everything in our power to have the boys here when you visit,
- Michael Lang: Get pissy, stew over whether I’m going to be able to deal with that, become the person’s...
- Dave Vogt: I eat cake with my hands, sometimes. Honestly, I’ve just always been more of a cookie man.
- walt: I think that if it hasn’t come up until now, either in discussion of politics or the author, that it...
- OP: We’ve been sort of drifting apart, for mostly geographic reasons. So it goes.
- Sheila Ryan: Taking a look!
- Sheila Ryan: If I come visit Rick and Danny, will you come over, Robert? (You, too, Doc?) And maybe we could track...
I love this.
Really. Really. Love.
It was a wonderful place, Michael.
If you wanted one I could send you a print – I guess there are levels of love. A roadside snap if you like.
good stuff, Phil. I look forward to seeing more of your work from the trip.
Those dense clouds converging on Motel Thunderbird.
Thanks, Deron – working through the scanning as we speak. I am pretty pleased. I just wished my posse in Johnson City had posed for a shot!
I would have liked to have seen that.
Sheila, it was an odd day – overcast and raining intermittently. I sort of felt special getting an out of the ordinary day.
I can understand that, Phil. There is a strange appeal to the off season or the off day, when there is a different slant of light and a different energy crackling in the air.
I particularly liked the way the horizon tempted one to walk towards it even though you sensed it might take you for ever.
The horizon plays tricks, especially in such places as West Texas.
Phil, if I can find a home for it, I’d love a print. Perhaps after I figure out what impact a pending change might have on our wall space I’ll take you up on your offer.
It appears that the word “TEXAS” has been lovingly cared for over the years.
Michael, I won’t be offended either way, so, if you want one just spout up.
People in Daryl Scroggins’s stories walk toward those horizons and they don’t come back. Love it taken as a whole, it does something in my heart.
Oh, Phil. I cannot tell you how happy I am that you got to experience that place. And that it rained a bit. There is no better smell in the world to me than that of rain in the high desert.
This photo is grand. I have seen dozens of photos of that sign, and this is the best. The light. The wide angle. It’s heartbreakingly beautiful.
Tradition has it that the thunderbird makes it to rain.
Michael, that’s sharp. TEXAS is strangely unbesmirched.
DON’T MESS WITH TEXAS.
I was very careful NOT to MESS with Texas.
I bet Texas messed with you.
Thanks for posting this. I’m actually going to spend 3 days in Marfa, at the Thunderbird in two weeks. I’m in desperate need of that kind of access you speak of. As it’s my first time to Marfa (been meaning to go for years), I’d love some tips or suggestions on where I should go, where I should take pictures, and where I should explore.
Thanks again.