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This rare and beautiful 1942 Buick Extra Special Estate Wagon seen at Geneva Concours in Geneva, Illinois is waiting it's turn through the 'magic' door in Deep Ellum just outside of downtown Dallas.
This is a composite of two separate photos taken years apart.
this is my last photo to upload in 2007 from Fair Park : Dallas, Texas
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I'm looking forward to find you in good sprit and endless inspirational photos from each one of you!
A portion of the bathroom in the first loft I lived in. It had a pedestal sink with a metal ledge/shelf over the sink. Sorry for the extremely poor photo quality this is due to the camera I was using, a Sony Mavica MVC-FD7. The "original" Mavica manufactured in 1997.
The Deep Ellum section of Dallas helps inspire the hidden artist inside most photographers - including yours truly...
This is the "Traveling man - Walking Tall". It is one of three in a series of sculptures that artist Brad Oldham created to be displayed in the Deep Ellum neighborhood in Dallas, TX
The milky way in the backgroun is product of a composite shot with the sky taken in a darker site in Texas. I made many of this composites to create a timelapse video which you can see at: vimeo.com/sgarciarill/texasnightscapes
5/06 Deep Ellum tunnel series. Widelux. Northwest quadrant 1.
This is history folks. The tunnel is being filled in to make room for a DART light rail train station. The part you see is now underground up to the big panel at lower left. It took two frames with a widelux to get the whole set of murals because I couldn't get back any further than the other side of the road.
The end result of my efforts to get the shot while lying prone on the sidewalk.
Tracy, Jim and Tim all caught me in the act of shooting this shot, and you can see their different perspectives below...
He is joyfully walking along the Good Latimer Expy near the Deep Ellum DART station with a smile on his face and birds around him.
In the quiet hours—just before dawn or as night tightens its grip on the city—I find myself drawn to the stillness that transforms the streets. The light can be soft, the colors richer, and the atmosphere charged with a kind of poetic solitude. These are the hours when the city reveals itself, unguarded and raw. But as I placed my camera on the tripod to capture a glowing cityscape—skylines silhouetted against the dim sky, reflections on wet pavement, the hum of streetlights—I’m constantly aware of where I stand, who’s around, and how quickly a beautiful scene can turn into a vulnerable moment. I keep my gear minimal, my routes planned, and my senses sharp—not out of fear, but respect for the unknown.
There’s a tension in those hours—a push and pull between the magic I see through the lens and the reality that safety can’t be taken for granted. I’ll often pause in lit areas, glance behind me, and avoid getting too lost in the frame. A good shot means nothing if I don’t make it back with it. Sometimes, I miss a perfect composition because the alley feels too quiet or the surroundings too uncertain. But that’s part of the balance—knowing when to shoot, and when to walk away. In unfamiliar cities, especially under the spell of night or the hush of morning, photography becomes as much about intuition as vision.