West Texaco

The Bastard Son of Texas rides again…

Curated from miles of travel, born from the stories our grandparents told us, and memorializing the culture that the generations prior built on their backs. Reaching deep into the melting pot of societal tomfoolery to recreate the stories and the images that now lay faded in the bottom of a cedar chest, a photo album lost to the bankers box in the back of a closet, and taken by the dust and months in that long forgotten storage shed.

This is the first step, the first iteration of a documentation of a culture born from grease stained overalls, full service gas stations, and late night wrenching after a long work day. I aim to tell these modernized stories through a clearer lens. Indulge yourself with a sincere form of documentation and follow this journey.