Posts from the “texas” Category

The infamous Kman, not happy at having to stand still for this picture. I did what I thought I was supposed to do. Yes, after all these years, I still do this. My nephew, the infamous Kman, races BMX. In fact, he is a total badass with a room full of trophies to show off his 65-pound prowess. So I go to visit the family and find out I’ve landed on race night. I have options. I think to myself, “This is racing action, I’ve got to get that peak moment, I need a motor drive, long lens, etc,” so I grab the digital body and long lens and toss it in the truck. And then, more out of reflex than anything else, I…

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Welcome to Texas

smogranch

Posted on May 12, 2009

Hey, welcome to Texas. Come on it, stay a while. Make yourself at home.

Categories: gun, house, texas, welcome

How to Land a Monster Fish

smogranch

Posted on March 18, 2009

Okay, I know by looking at these images you will quickly realize my prowess as a master angler. These fish were HUGE, regardless of what the pictures look like. My hands are HUGE, did I mention that? Throws off the scale. Get it…scale???? Oh, and these wonderous snaps were made by another Milnor, this time sis checking in through the viewfinder. She might have been slow to process, scan and transmit, but they are finally here. This little piece of water is a grand place, so peaceful, and nobody else around for miles. All fish were returned to the glassine green to swim another day.

Categories: daniel milnor, fishing, texas

How I Met Paul Harvey

smogranch

Posted on March 2, 2009

South Texas: 1980 One hour before sunrise. I’m awakened by someone tugging on my arm. “Danno, let’s go.” “Oh come on, it can’t be that late already can it? I’m tired.” “Come on, let’s go.” Too young for coffee, I grabbed my jeans, long-sleeve camo shirt, hat, and snake books, knee-high, slick plastic jobs that I had to uncurl to get around my legs, and headed for the door of the trailer. Time to hunt. Leaving the trailer before sunrise the air was already thick, muggy, and the sweat began the moment my body hit the outside world. Sweating was like breathing, just a natural part of the being alive in those parts. I slowly slid my Ruger Red Label, over-under 12-gauge from my…

Categories: hunting, paul harvey, texas

Western Land

smogranch

Posted on January 21, 2009

Marfa, Texas. Prior to this last trip, the last time I was in Marfa was when I was in school. I had driven west to explore Big Bend and had taken a quick pass through the small town, a town famous for it’s petroleum past as well as it’s dance with the Hollywood elite. But, other than the occasional movie poster, there was little reference to the outside world. Marfa was, and still is, about the landscape, and what people do on that landscape, namely ranching. Unbeknownst to me, modern-art was also a part of this place. With the arrival of Donald Judd, the face of Marfa was etched with new lines, those of world-class, minimal art, and the shock waves of the creative…

Categories: art, judd, marfa, photographer, photography, texas