I loved the look of Renee’s hair cutting salon and we pulled in so I could take a photograph. Renee came out and I thought she would demand to know why I was taking a picture, but like most people here, she just wanted to talk and say hello. She asked where I was from, and we talked about food. “Do you want Mexican American food?,” she asked, “or Mexican-Mexican food?” We chose the later and had some tonight. She invited us to come back anytime.

When I started taking photos in upstate New York, the farmers would sometimes come up to me with rifles, wondering if I was an assessor or realtor, since I had such a fancy camera. Here, every is upset if I don’t come in and say hello. Renee didn’t want to be photographed, for reasons I understood, but I promised to visit on our next drive back. She wants to know what a blog is and why I have such a big camera.