One Sunday at a Mexican family gathering in Bastrop, Texas, two generations gather to celebrate a birthday. Food, family, roving conversations, yard play, and machismo mark the moment. Upon entry to the town we see evangelical promises that form a common gateway. The site itself is rich with Tex/Mex custom and works-in-progress. Randomness and surprising juxtapositions add character to the property. Goats are pets — for now.
Collectibles are currency for barters between families and friends. What isn’t sold is burned. Everyone’s abuela makes tortillas in her son’s small kitchen; the hotplate burners are fueled by a tank of gas inside. Things have qualities of use/re-use: the dumbbell anchors the goat’s leash; the house tea is made from the goodness of lemongrass that grows along the skirting of their home.