Austin, October 2006

I suppose I could also title this post "home". That's a weird idea, since I haven't lived there in 21 years. But it felt like it. And that was unexpected.

I was there because my film Hotel Hopscotch was playing in the Austin Film Festival. I was also there just to go back, since I don't normally (as in ever) go back, but it seemed time and the opportunity/excuse availed itself.

More on the festival and the trip itself later.

These are some shots I took. My motel room on the I-35 frontage road in north-central Austin, the back of a pool hall downtown, the freeway, and Big Chris Gates & Gatesville at Poodies out in Spicewood Springs. Chris is an old pal from way back when -- the Big Boys, Poison 13, Junkyard...Good tunes, good times...