Sunday, February 6, 2011

Wandering

Instead of hitting the gym with the wife (i showed up but then walked right back out of the gym) I wandered around St Marys street. Althougt it isnt the indepenent music strip it was when I was younger (or atleast my impression of it has fallen) its still a street in San Anto that is fairly unique and does have its own history. It's also, basically, in a working but artistic class neighborhood so gentrification hasnt squeezed on it yet, and hopefully never will. So for that, i still have much respect for it. Point being that I get lost a lot... get lost a lot. You ever met my mother, she'll tell you the same thing (I cant count the number of times I got lost and was purposefully left behind at the flea-market, with the hopes that I would learn my lesson). Its not that I have a poor sense of direction (I actually have a very good one) but as soon as I start wandering in the least bit, ADD kicks in and then Im gone. Shit, one of the best things that ever happened to me was getting lost in Brazil, grabbing a six pack and drinking it on the bus....ahhhh































Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Zarzamora

Zarzamora St....

Growing up on the Southside, I was always blocks away from Zarzamora. It was the vein that connected the SS to the West Side. The only parts of town we're ever in. Southsiders dont usually ever go past HWY 90 unless to visit Weso family.
I left the Southside for Austin, did my time there (Austin... meh) and moved back. I still live two blocks off Zarzamora St. but this time farther up north, on the edge of the westside. Considering how large this city is, I've recently found it interesting how this came about, assuming it was subconscious. I hadn't ever taken the time to photograph my current part of Zarzamora; that connection. Here's from a quick walk up and down a couple of blocks.





































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