
...One cabin, one streetcar, and two Fairfield Inns
Little Rock, Lake Catherine, and a dawn appointment with the Eiffel Tower in Paris, Texas.
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DAVE'S FIELD NOTES
A PERSONAL TRAVEL JOURNAL
Photographs, places, and the stories found along the way.
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“Stand in front of
better things.”
I travel to notice. The strange sign, the last bit of evening light, the meal I'll talk about for years. This is where the photographs and stories come home.
LOOKING FOR SOMETHING?
Find a place, trip, story, photograph, or particularly useful bit of güeydom.
A few good places to begin
RECENT & UPCOMING
Not a guidebook. More like the good part of getting lost.

Little Rock, Lake Catherine, and a dawn appointment with the Eiffel Tower in Paris, Texas.
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Polanco to Roma Norte, following markets, murals, café con leche, and whatever catches the light.
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Small discoveries, odd details, and proof that somewhere can begin right outside the door.
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Everywhere I’ve been, everywhere I’m going, and everything I can no longer unsee.

ICELAND / SAVED FOR LAST
This was the sole reason I had to go to Iceland, so I saved it for the final day of our 17-day trip. An amazing location—with a glacier above, waterfalls all around, and the sea just beyond.
COMING DOWN THE ROAD
Small-group adventures for people who would rather find the strange thing around the corner than follow another Top 10 list.
Three nights at ARRIVE Albuquerque—right at 7th and Central for the Sunday cruise—then four nights at Casa Escondida in Chimayó, between Santa Fe and Taos.
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OPEN FULL SCREEN ↗DAVE'S TOUR 002 / DREAMINGLove the American West? Dave has traveled through every western state, but New Mexico is the one that keeps calling him back—his absolute favorite.
The Aztec Motel wore the Pueblo Revival look that came to define New Mexico roadside architecture: adobe-colored walls, stepped forms, vigas, and Indigenous-inspired details translated for the automobile age. When Route 66 was redirected along Central Avenue in 1937, motels and neon signs rose to welcome a new stream of travelers.
But the highway crossed a place with a much older memory. Albuquerque was founded as the Spanish colonial villa of Alburquerque in 1706, beside Pueblo communities that had already lived along the Rio Grande for centuries. Nearby, the Atrisco Land Grant dates to 1692. Hispano and Mexican families built lives around plazas, farms, acequias, and shared land—many remaining rooted in the valley across generations and shifting borders. Route 66 is only one layer of the story.
CLASSIFIED FIELD MATERIAL
Carefully collected. Ready to roam. Take one, use it in the wild, and tag @davesfieldnotes so we can follow the adventure.
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SMALL WORKS FROM THE FIELD
Small, one-off 4×6 works made wherever instinct struck.
NO MAP. NO GUARANTEE. JUST A HUNCH WORTH FOLLOWING.ABOUT DAVE
I came home smelling of pine, frozen water, and snowmobile exhaust, then lay in a bedroom covered with maps, listening through the crackle for radio stations a thousand miles away. Before I could travel the world, I practiced by imagining it.
I'm Dave. I live in Farmers Branch, a northern suburb of Dallas, Texas. I've learned that the best photographs aren't really about cameras. They're about light, attention, and giving yourself permission to stop the car.
My curiosity issues started early. At seventeen, with little more than National Geographic maps to feed the imagination, I traveled alone to Chile. I took the train south from Santiago to Osorno, slept through the winter in three or four pairs of socks, felt my first earthquake, and saw the Andes rise from the page into something almost mystical.
At eighteen, I lived for six months on Copacabana in Rio—the most beautiful city I've ever seen. I practiced Portuguese with Amélia in the kitchen and remember the perfume of nighttime flowers opening in the hills on the way to the discos. Some places become memories. Rio became part of me.
Dave's Field Notes is my running record of places, people, food, architecture, wrong turns, and the small things I don't want to forget.
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