How could I forget that certain charm, aging grit and paradoxical character of my own adopted home town? Every day I traverse its streets, the imagery burning patterns into my brain. Those patterns become a constant textured lens through which I view the rest of the world. Eventually, I forget those patterns are there at all.
Sometimes you can’t see the forest for the trees. That’s my only explanation for not having a gallery of Richmond, Texas, official population: 11,863 as of 2013. As of now, that’s changed, and you can find the Richmond gallery here.