I’ve spent the past 3 weeks at a land rig about 45 minutes south of San Antonio, Texas. I wasn’t about to visit this area without taking a trip to see the Alamo. We had a little down time which afforded me a few hours to drive in to the city to go see it. Impression? Not what I was expecting. I didn’t realize it was smack dab in the middle of downtown San Antonio. I guess I had a different image in my mind of an old fort standing at attention from up out of a dusty Texas landscape. The city has done an excellent job of renovating and preserving this historic landmark but honestly I wasn’t very interested in it for that very reason. The problem here is with me and a simple case of failed expectations. As a result, I didn’t feel much like shooting and took only a few photos. That aside, may I say that I certainly appreciate the care and honor bestowed on this excellent bit of American history.
My greatest fascination with the Alamo, aesthetically speaking, was all the stonework and the shape of the windows and doorways. I’m a sucker for textures in my images and this place had a wide variety.
Here’s a shot from inside one of the rooms of the old fort.
Across the street from the Alamo was this large V-shaped hotel building. Craning my neck to see the top of it, I caught glimpse of an interesting perspective that I thought worth a capture.
Stopping at a rest stop on my way out to the rig, I came across this tree with its fractal-looking branches.