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American Photography
Some frames from the last road trip up to Idaho and back. Seems like I’m always saying “______ is my new favorite place” and I can’t help that because I love this country so much. For now though, Nevada is becoming that new favorite place.
Looking at this set of images is interesting because they all fit into the different major ongoing series that have taken shape over the last few years. “American” , “Hotels” , “Barbershops of America”, and the latest “Roadside Meditations” which comes out in June. Only one missing is “American Backcourts”. None of these images were intentional. I didn’t set out with the thought to add to those series, it just happens. Grateful for that.
Fausto Ferrari Barbershop
Traditional Barbershop - Cincinnati, Ohio
It’s crazy what BBQ can bring into your life besides good times and a happy belly. There are countless images made on the road that have been a direct result of my love for smoked meat. In December 2013 I was cruising around downtown Cincinnati in a huge snowstorm when a (meat) smoker caught my eye in front a non-descript store front. If it weren’t for the huge plums of smoke coming from it I would have went right on by. Luckily it was about the only form of life on those empty streets that day. So I stopped for some food which happened to be next door to a beautiful old barbershop, which at the time, was closed despite the listed hours stating it should be open. I remember asking the owner of the bbq joint about the barber - “Good luck. That guy comes and goes whenever he wants to. Who knows when he’ll be back.” I had to take a gamble though, hoping he would indeed be cutting the following day. After spending the night I showed up at his stated “opening” time, but there was no sign of the barber. So I sat in my car wondering if he would show. Quite some time after, he did.
Over the past 10 years of working on this project I’ve encountered an almost endless list of characters. Mr. Fausto Ferrari is at or near the top of them all. Despite being in this country some 50+ years, he still spoke very broken English, so our conversations were fun to dissect. One of his long time customers came in shortly after he arrived and it was obvious that they had quite the history together. Halfway through the cut Fausto went into the back room . The man in the chair could see how much I enjoyed the barbers antics and said “I keep a file on my computer of all the stories he tells me”. Fausto was entertaining on his own, but watching the two of them was a gift. The kind of chemistry that can only happen between old friends. They carried effortless conversations that were often interrupted by the barber abruptly saying “Seeeñññoooooorrr” and the man in the seat volleying back with a smile “Faaaauuuussstooo”. Then the conversation would continue like it never stopped until the next volley. A special interaction that I was luck to witness.
Señor Fausto recently passed away after 94 years. A beautiful ride that any of us would be luck to match. Rest in Power Mr. Ferrari. Cincinnati will miss you.
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Photo was made on 12/7/13
On The Road Again
Winters are typically when I spend the most time on the road to get as much snowboarding in as possible. This has been a very dry year for snow but that hasn’t kept the miles off at all. The better part of the last 30 days was on the road for two different trips filled with a weekend getaway to Tahoe for Emily and I, a commercial shoot, two editorial shoots, personal shooting (of course), and a “ski” trip with old friends in Sun Valley, Idaho that turned into a fly fishing trip due to the severe lack of snow. More on all this later.
The Gunsmith
Always blows my mind to think about the simple act of talking and where it can lead. A while back I stopped in Laramie, Wyoming to say hi to a barber I’ve known there for a few years. Afterward while walking Mojo around town I came upon a gunsmith shop (not this one) a few blocks off the main street. A gunsmith at work is something I’ve been wanting to photograph, so we popped in and introduced ourselves. That interaction didn’t result in the desired outcome but it was still informational/entertaining. The owner didn’t want to be photographed for a variety of reasons. Some of them valid. The rest were…….irrational??!! The somewhat brief conversation consisted of his opinion on the world today and how “you can’t even go to Denver anymore because everybody is getting shot.” He asked if I had a gun and was upset to hear that I only kept it in my truck. “That’s not good enough. You have to keep it on you! That’s when they get you, when you’re getting out of your truck !”. I’m not disagreeing that the world is a sort of a disaster, but it also seemed like his thoughts were that of a person who might not ever leave their small town. Maybe I’m wrong?! And no disrespect to small towns. They are my favorite. Afterward I asked if there are any other gunsmiths in the area. He replied with very vague information about a guy that possibly works out of his house on a dead end street down near the highway. So I went looking and somehow found the place only recognizable by small stenciled letters “Gun Shop Parking” on the chimney bricks near the front gate. Otherwise the house was totally nondescript and didn’t show any other signs of life. A knock on the door confirmed nobody was home. Not a big deal. It was on my radar for the next trip through Wyoming.
Driving across America
Cross Country Road Trip - America - Photography
There aren’t a lot of positive things things to say about American highways. Whenever possible I try avoid the soulless stretches of poorly maintained pavement that teach you very little about the country and the towns/people that inhabit it. The 15 on the other hand is something special. It’s one very long stretch of highway that’s as fascinating as any “blue highway” (backroad) in the USA. I’ve personally been traveling this road since 2006 during the move from Upstate, NY to San Diego, CA. It blew my mind then and still does today. Once you get north of the clusterfuck that is Los Angeles /Riverside County and into the desert, there’s a lot to love. Images can be made from the highway or, if you want to get more intimate, try ducking off into one of the many small towns along the way.
Last month I was working on a a few stories up in Montana without a ton of time to get there, so The 15 it was, straight up north from southern California. Regardless, I ALWAYS find time in-between destinations for one or many of my ongoing series. This trip found images that will fit nicely into the “America” and “Hotel” series.
Places like Lima, Montana are endlessly fascinating no matter how many small towns I see. As someone who lives in a frustratingly populated place, it’s stimulating to stand in and see the beginning and end of a town only 75 yards long surrounded by nothing but rolling hills. You can’t help but wonder what everyday life is life for the people of that community.
The second set of images were made in St. George, Utah. Also interesting for different reasons. Although much bigger than Lima, it’s still a small town “in the middle of nowhere”. One thing that stands out is the way they build homes there to blend in to the environment. The color palette matches almost seamlessly.
American Road Trip
As has become standard, the miles are piling up this season even with it be an extremely dry winter around the western states. Really unfortunate for the ski industry. I’m sure Vail is doing ok though!!??
Seems repetitive to say that this “last” road trip was great, memorable, productive, etc. etc. etc., but reporting otherwise would be a lie. Time on the road really is a special adventure that should never be taken for granted, nor should it ever be rushed. Grateful not just for the time spent in Montana, but also for the two stories I worked on and will be sharing more of soon. After Montana it was south to Colorado for a hut trip in the Gore Range which was truly unforgettable. The longer I snowboard the less desire and patience I have to ride at a resort. Being in the backcountry is always rewarding, but being in a hut with good friends miles and miles away from everything else is in a whole different category.
Images coming soon.
American Photographs
Photographs of Small Towns in America
A few images from the most recent cross country road trip that go along with my America series. This type of thing wasn’t the main focus of the trip, but I can never help myself . One of these days or years all the images in this series will add up to something that makes sense and it will be a book. Still working through it…
Road Trip Map
Mojo and I did it again. Another lap around the country filled with good times, foul weather, family, friends, and if all went even remotely well, a solid handful of images that I’m happy with. These trips never stop surprising me and hopefully they never do. Some days on the road you’ve got to scratch and claw to find just one decent frame. There were numerous times I asked myself “Is this America project done? Have I seen all there is to see?” Of course that’s complete nonsense. It was just frustration and exhaustion talking. A person could spend a lifetime traveling this great country and never see all it has to offer. The flip side is those days where you can’t seem to stop shooting. Those are a gift. You find that honey hole, you’re seeing really well, and the frames just start stacking up. That’s the best feeling in the world because you know it’s fleeting. You know it might not happen again for a couple days or 1,000+miles. There are so many factors at play that you can’t possibly pretend to know what’s going to happen out there. That’s the best part though. The not knowing. The hunt. It’s a drug.
Have a lot on the plate right now but will be going through this batch of images soon, so check back to see what I came up with out there.
American Photography
American Photography - Road Trip - Travel
Americana - Wall Art - Photo Prints - Open Road
Taking time to think about a body of work is such and important part of the process as you continue to build it. And as time goes on attention needs to be given to the “holes” that are inevitably lurking in said work. Interiors are one of the many holes that I need to fill. For ten years now I’ve happily traveled around America photographing various aspects of it. And lately, collaboration in the form of outside eyeballs/opinions has been a major focus in order to figure out exactly what is or isn’t working. When we create in a bubble as so many photographers do, it’s easy to get lost on a track that might not be going the right direction. There are so many questions we need to ask ourselves all along the way, which probably won’t get brought up if we don’t receive input from other unbiased people. So, while I never plan on stopping my America series, I’m trying to be much more focused and open about what to shoot and what horses I’ve already beaten to death. Much more than that though, how many other photographers have already done what you’re doing? If the answer is “a lot”, then how can you change your contribution to offer the viewer something different?
Cowboy Photographs
Cowboy Photography - Prints - American West Wall Art
Western Photos - Cowboy Culture
Had a conversation with a buddy the other day about hunting/fishing which came after a very unproductive outing that certainly wasn’t from a lack of effort. When you put time into either of those sports it can be frustrating to get skunked. Frustrating isn’t a strong enough word actually. My most recent trip was a few weeks ago on the lower Owens River outside of Bishop, CA. Felt like I was doing everything right but results said the opposite. The fish were rising and eating bugs off the top. Every bug that is, besides mine. Kept changing flies, moving locations, water depth, yada yada yada. Not so much as a nibble. Later in the day I ran across a lady about 75 years old who had just pulled in a nice brown trout and quickly mentioned that it was her first time ever fly fishing. Ok, I thought, this place is going to be a Hand Out. Hour and a half later, not a damn thing. So I sat on the tailgate drinking a beer at sunset staring at the pastel sky saying out loud “I fuckin hate fly fishing” to absolutely no one. Which obviously isn’t true, but my ego was damaged and I was tired. And when you’ve been fishing for any amount of time, you realize that’s just how it goes sometimes. Back to that conversation. We talked about how boring it would be if you went out every day and netted 20 monster trout. Or were guaranteed to hit your limit of ducks, deer, elk, whatever it is you’re after. No, that would suck. That is not a sport. Where is the fun in that? There is none.
It’s probably a stretch to make a comparison, but that’s the way I feel about morning light. Later afternoon light for that matter too. It’s so good that you want to hit the pause button on the sun to make it stay in that position, barely peaking over the horizon. Crisp. Golden. Tasty. Then you realize a lot of the appeal is due to it’s fleeting nature. Morning/evening shots wouldn’t be as desirable if you could make them all day. It’s fun to dream though. Out on a ranch, mornings are special. Really special. You’re lucky to get a couple good frames in before that light is gone. And that is one of the many factors that what will keep me going back again and again and again.
Kreuz Market - Lockhart Texas
Texas BBQ Photography at Kreuz Market in Lockhart, Texas
Documenting Texas BBQ Culture, Pitmasters, and Historic Smokehouses
If you know BBQ, then you know Kreuz Market. They’ve been slinging world class BBQ since the early 1900’s in Lockhart, Texas. Which, some say is the BBQ capital of the world, and anyone that would argue otherwise is just a moron. In the span of a square mile (give or take) you can hit 3 world class BBQ joints with a handful of others also in the area. Aside from Kreuz, you’ve also got Smitty’s and Black’s. I’d personally vouch for all 3.
Kreuz Market and the Tradition of Texas Barbecue
Kreuz Market dates back to the early 1900s, long before BBQ became a national trend or social media spectacle. The emphasis here has always been on meat, smoke, fire, and consistency — no gimmicks, no unnecessary theatrics.
Photographing this environment means working fast and respectfully. The pits burn hot. The spaces are tight. The people working there have done this thousands of times before — and the rhythm of their work becomes part of the story.
What interests me most isn’t just the food, but the process:
hands lifting heavy cuts of meat, smoke drifting across brick walls, knives resting on worn butcher blocks, the quiet confidence of people who have mastered their craft over decades.
These photographs aim to document Texas BBQ as lived culture, not as a stylized food trend.
Texas BBQ Photography Prints Available
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Each print is produced with archival materials and museum-grade standards, with an emphasis on tonal depth, texture, and longevity.
Texas BBQ Photography Licensing & Editorial Use
This Texas BBQ photography archive is available for editorial licensing, commercial use, advertising campaigns, restaurant branding, cookbook publishing, tourism marketing, cultural storytelling projects, etc. If you’re producing work related to Texas food culture, barbecue, hospitality, or American regional identity, feel free to get in touch about licensing or custom image selections.
See My Photographs from Smitty’s Market — Another Texas BBQ Landmark →
Meat Processing Photographs
Meat Processing Plant Photography in Wyoming | Real Food Production Environments
One thing you can always depend on during a road trip is that weather will at some point throw a wrench in your plans. It’s unavoidable. You can either sulk about it or seek out an alternative. Admittedly, I used to get bent about bad weather! It has to be sunny to make any kind of pictures that are worth a damn, I thought! False. When you’re in the mountains it’s always smart to consider snow, but it’s not often that you figure on an October storm big enough to shut down travel! Well, it happened last month when I was scheduled to shoot with a rancher in southern Wyoming on my way from Montana to Colorado. It was a hairy drive from Bozeman down through northern Wyoming and got worse as the night went on. Being October the summer tires were still on my truck which didn’t help matters any. Made it as far as Casper and hit the proverbial wall. Couldn’t keep my eyes open any more so I got a hotel with the plan to wake up at the ass crack in order to arrive at the ranch on time. Only the snow didn’t stop and every which way to Laramie was closed down. Not a single highway or back road to be had. Frustrated but determined not to let it ruin the day I began driving local roads in search of something to photograph. Early on I came upon a local taxidermist shoveling the sidewalk in front of his shop. We chatted for a bit, unfortunately he didn’t have anything going that warranted shooting. No pun intended. When asked for a recommendation he quickly pointed me towards Dan’s Meat Processing about a mile down the road. So I headed directly over there and was warmly greeted by the owner who was more than willing to let me hang out and photograph their operation.
It would have been easy to sit in the hotel waiting out the storm and catch up on some much needed rest, but why? These trips and time on the road are so valuable to me that I don’t ever want to waste an opportunity. Even if that means creating one from nothing. And the images you see here are exactly the kind of thing I would have wanted to shoot anyway! Showing the viewer a glimpse into a world they might not otherwise be familiar with or ever have access to. Being a part of cultures like these never gets old and makes me appreciate the fact that you don’t have to travel to some exotic country in order to experience something different. You just have to look a little harder. I’ve personally never been on an elk hunt. Would like to change that, but my knowledge of them from talking to people in different parts of the country is that you need to dedicate a lot of time to the hunt. Something in the neighborhood of a week seems to be standard in most places. On this morning a guy backed his truck up to the loading door with a massive elk in the bed. I asked him how long he was out before shooting it. “Oooohhh, about 30 minutes”, he said.
Part of a Larger Body of Work Photographing People at Work
This series is part of a long-term project documenting people at work across America—inside environments most people never see. From meat processing facilities in Wyoming to ranches, machine shops, and industrial job sites, the focus is always the same: real people, real conditions, and the tools they rely on every day.
For brands producing workwear, safety equipment, or industrial products, this kind of environment isn’t staged—it’s where your gear is actually used.
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Montana Photography
Montana Photo Gallery
Road Trip Photography - America - Prints
Where is the line between selfishness and responsibility? As a photographer that’s had the great fortune to travel more than most I’ve always felt a responsibility to share my experiences (good and bad) in hopes that it might motivate other people to get outside their comfort zone or travel to places they’ve never been. Social media has changed my stance on that though. Instagram specifically, which I consider to be the greatest and worst thing ever invented. People will always be people, but it’s possible that Instagram has turned a lot of us into the worst version of ourselves, always trying to one up or outdo. Always trying to paint that perfect picture of a dream life.
During my travels it’s become very obvious that most humans have no interest in actually being in or enjoying a place they visit. All that matters is whether you can show others that you’re in a place better than they are. Snap a selfie and continue on. Fuck off. What kind of life is that?
A few weeks ago I had a photoshoot for a client in San Francisco then drove (with Mojo) to Spokane, Washington where I picked up Emily at the airport. Actually, that’s not really true. Her flight was delayed again, and again, and again. So I went fly fishing then relaxed at our Airbnb in Coeur d’ Alene, Idaho. She wound up taking a quick Uber from the airport at about 1am because it was just easier for all of us. The next couple days were great. Afterward we were sad to leave, but only for a minute because the rest of the trip put us in a cabin (featured below) in northern Montana near Glacier National Park. The fall colors were out and we had nothing to complain about. Showing all of the amazing things I (we) do along the way is not my strong point. Most of that is because I’d rather be present than on my phone. Nothing is worse than being in a world class location and looking around to see 95% of the humans around you with their neck hanging down in the blue light. The other part is that I don’t like what Instagram can do to a place. I’m not The Rock. Meaning I don’t have the ability to reach 227 million people with every post. Wouldn’t be able to handle that kind of power either, but imagine what happens to a place that is exploited by the wrong person? A quiet mountain town all of a sudden becomes the next Instagram hot spot where thousands of assholes are running around with selfie sticks. Thus ruining the entire culture and reason locals want to live there.
So do you live selfishly or become part of the problem? It’s important to me to share what I do for the right reasons, but there is also that other side. Many a good backcountry ski run have been ruined because it became taggable (is that a word) on social media. The same goes for thousands of low key locations all across the world. Montana as a state certainly doesn’t need any help with sales as “desirable”. It would be daunting to think how many people have moved there over the last 5-10 years and that number probably won’t slow down any time soon. I love Montana. Like a lot. Maybe more than anywhere in the US. For those reasons I hesitate to talk about it. In fear that the small towns will wind up feeling like Los Angeles. Is that selfish?
This is the cabin we stayed at in Montana. It was built in 1910 and had it’s own barn for chopping wood. Heaven. Love the muted colors of the dead grass in front of the frame. 2
San Francisco Photography
No need to go on and on about my obsession with San Francisco as it’s been well noted here in the past. However, it will be an ongoing project with updates, so I decided to give this thing it’s own gallery here on the site. Shooting has been fun and beyond that I started working with a professional photo editor to whittle down the edit into something that feels cohesive. In the past one of the bigger mistakes I’ve made among a lot of others, is waiting too long to get eye balls on a series to hear about what if anything is making sense. No more. For this and every other series I’ll be gaining outside/unbiased feedback from a professional. The collaboration is really fun as well as educational.
Click HERE to see the edited gallery of my San Francisco Street Photography
American Road Trip
So grateful for this time on the road especially when it can incorporate the trifecta of shooting for a client, shooting for myself, and vacation time with Emily and Mojo. There really is nothing better. Our main destinations were Idaho/Montana and what a special time of year to be up there. The color and weather make you appreciate the seasons so much as people who live in southern California where we don’t get those drastic changes. Also made me realize how much I need to plan for this every year to shoot some fly fishing in locations surrounded by fall foliage. Maybe it’s just getting older (aka wiser), but that fall beauty was lost on me while going to school in Vermont where people would visit from all over the world. The “leaf peepers”. It makes a lot more sense once you start to pull your head out of your own ass. Check back soon for images from this trip.
Los Angeles Streetball Culture - Venice Beach
Venice Beach Basketball Courts & the Venice Basketball League
There are places where basketball feels bigger than the game itself, and Venice Beach Basketball Courts is one of them. The courts sit just steps from the Pacific, surrounded by noise, movement, and a constant flow of people, but once a game starts, everything narrows in. The Venice Basketball League has been played here for decades, drawing a mix of locals, pros, and travelers into something that feels equal parts competition and performance.
Where Streetball Becomes a Stage
There’s a rabid energy to these courts that you don’t find anywhere else. Games unfold with an audience just feet away—tourists, regulars, salty characters, players waiting for the next run—all watching closely. Every possession matters, but so does how it looks. Style, confidence, and presence carry as much weight as the score. Make no mistake, ball in Venice is a show!
The setting adds to it. Ocean air moves through the courts, music drifts in from the boardwalk, and the light changes quickly as the sun drops behind the horizon. It’s not just a place to play—it’s a place to be seen.
The Venice Basketball League
The Venice Basketball League has built a reputation as one of the most competitive outdoor leagues in the country. Games are physical, fast, and often unpredictable. You’ll see former college players, overseas pros, and local legends sharing the same court.
What makes it different isn’t just the level of play—it’s the environment. There’s no separation between players and spectators. The energy sits right on top of the game, and you feel it in every possession.
Basketball as a Universal Language
Over the years, I’ve photographed basketball in small towns, backyards, alleys, and places most people would never think to look. What stands out in Venice is how all of that comes together in one place.
People from all over the world pass through these courts, but the game stays the same. No introductions needed. You step on the court, and you understand the rules immediately. It’s one of the clearest examples of how basketball connects people across completely different backgrounds.
More Venice Beach Basketball Photography
Over the years I’ve linked up with Nick Ansom on a number of fun projects, including his “Survival Hoops” - a collection of hoops made from junk then hung in the alleyways of Venice.
View the hidden alley basketball hoops of Venice
Part of a Larger Project: American Backcourts
These photographs are part of a long-term body of work documenting basketball hoops and courts across the country. While much of that work focuses on quiet, overlooked places—barns, driveways, rural towns—Venice Beach sits at the opposite end of that spectrum.
It’s loud. It’s visible. It’s constantly moving.
But it’s the same game.
That contrast is what ties it all together. Whether it’s a handmade hoop in a small town or a packed court on the California coast, the feeling is consistent. The game shows up everywhere.
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Road Trip Photography
California Highway 395
Goes without saying that road trips are one of my favorite things to do on the planet. It’s not often though, that I’m in the passenger seat and able to make images during the ride. Such was the case a few weeks ago on a trip to Bishop/Mammoth for some fly fishing (also a favorite).
There’s a stupid but true thing that people love to say in the mountains - “if you don’t like the weather, wait ten minutes”. Wish they had to dish out a dollar every time they said it. We encountered some typical mountain weather during out couple days there. Really hot during the day, then cold and stormy as hell at night. Not ideal when camping, but great for images. Love the tones in a lot of these shots.
Kings Club Barbershop - Dana Point, California
Best Barbershop in Dana Point, California
Americana - Barbershop Photography
It’s been so long since I sat down with the guys at Kings Club Barbershop to record this thing that I don’t really remember much of what we talked about. I do recall that it was a great time, but it was also completely unfiltered, so you might wanna skip it if you’re offended easily. Either way, they are a great group of guys (and barbers) that you should hit up if you’re in the Dana Point area and need a cut. Beautiful shop too. I’ve known them since way back when I first started shooting for this project in 2012-ish and they’ve been in both books. The shop has been through a lot since then, including a fire that completely destroyed the place, so it was cool to catch up with them to talk about everything that has happened since we first met.
Smitty's Market - Lockhart, Texas
Legendary Texas BBQ at Smitty’s Market
If you love Texas barbecue long enough, you eventually find yourself in Lockhart. The state legislature crowned it the “Barbecue Capital of Texas,” and more recently Smithsonian singled out this little town, and its heavy-hitters like Smitty’s Market, Kreuz, and Black’s, as one of the best small towns in America to visit.
Smitty’s is the one I kept coming back to with my camera. Not because it’s shiny or modern, but because it feels like barbecue preserved in amber — smoke-stained, stubborn, and honest.
Fire in the foreground, work in the distance — the heat, smoke, and rhythm that define a day inside Smitty’s Market.
A Barbecue Story That Starts in 1948
The story of Smitty’s starts long before there was a sign on the door that said “Smitty’s Market.” In 1948, a butcher named Edgar “Smitty” Schmidt bought Kreuz Market, the old-school meat market and barbecue joint in downtown Lockhart.
For decades, that brick building on South Commerce was the beating heart of Lockhart barbecue. When the family eventually split in 1999, Smitty’s daughter, Nina Schmidt Sells, kept the original downtown building and reopened it as Smitty’s Market, keeping the fires, and the history, right where they’d always been.
That’s what you feel when you walk in: not just a restaurant, but a place that’s been seasoned by generations of smoke, grease, and conversations over butcher paper.
Stacks of oak firewood behind Smitty’s Market — the fuel that keeps the old brick pits alive every day.
Walking the Long, Smoky Hallway
If you’ve been, you know the approach. You step in off the Lockhart square and into that long, dark hallway. The air is thick and warm, the floors worn smooth by decades of boot traffic, and the smoke hangs low like a permanent weather system.
Follow your nose and the temperature climbs. Then the pits reveal themselves — massive brick beasts with open fires glowing on the floor, logs stacked and burning right beside the line. It’s dramatic and a little wild, and it’s part of why Smitty’s leaves such a mark on people.
In a world of spotless stainless-steel kitchens and carefully hidden cook lines, Smitty’s shows you everything: the fire, the coals, the meat, the sweat. You feel like you’re walking through the engine room of Texas barbecue.
Fresh links smoking low and slow inside one of Smitty’s historic pits.
What’s on the Butcher Paper
Smitty’s lives firmly in the Central Texas tradition: meat first, everything else second. No plates, no fuss. Your order arrives on butcher paper with maybe a stack of white bread, pickles, and onions if you’re doing it right.
On any given day you’ll see brisket, prime rib, pork chops, ribs, smoked turkey, and, of course, those famous sausage links hitting the paper. The sausage, especially, has built a devoted following — peppery, smoky, with that satisfying snap when you bite into it.
Smitty’s cooking style is so emblematic of “old school” Central Texas barbecue that it’s been featured nationally — including on the Travel Channel’s Food Paradise as a go-to spot for slow-smoked brisket and signature sausage.
Like any legendary joint, opinions about the brisket can spark friendly arguments that last longer than the meal. Some folks swear it’s among the best in the state; others come mainly for the sausage and the atmosphere. But that’s barbecue — subjective, seasonal, and human.
The smokehouse above and below — decades of soot overhead and pitmen working the briskets beneath it.
Photographing a Living Time Capsule
Places like Smitty’s are why I haul cameras and lenses across Texas. The moment you step inside, you’re standing in a living time capsule:
The orange glow of the open fires against the dark pit room
Smoke curling through shafts of window light
Long tables packed with families, road-trippers, and locals in feed-store caps
Hands passing butcher paper, breaking bread, and building sandwiches in that very Texas way
My photographs from Smitty’s focus less on the close-up food porn and more on the world around it — the way the smoke stains the ceiling, the rhythm of people sliding through that hallway, the quiet concentration of the pitmen tending the fires. It’s the intersection of architecture, ritual, and appetite that makes this place feel like Texas in one room.
For me, Smitty’s isn’t just a stop on a barbecue tour; it’s part of a larger story about American spaces that refuse to modernize just because trends say they should. The pits, the hallway, the dining room — everything still carries the weight of 1948 and all the years since.
The fire that starts it all — a pitman standing ready beside the flames that shape every bite.
For Collectors, Editors, and Brands
If you’re a barbecue fan, I hope these photographs feel like stepping back into that smoky hallway — you can almost smell the oak and feel the heat on your face.
If you’re a collector, these Smitty’s Market images are available as fine art prints. They’re meant to hang in homes, restaurants, and offices as quiet reminders of what “real” Texas barbecue looks like when you strip away the marketing and leave only fire, brick, and tradition.
For editors, publishers, and brands working on stories about Texas, Lockhart, or the culture around barbecue, the images are also available for licensing — from wide environmental scenes that set the mood to tighter, more graphic frames from the pit room and dining area. They work equally well for travel features, restaurant coverage, or campaigns that want an authentic Central Texas feel rather than a staged set.
A Smitty’s pitman tending the sausage pits, surrounded by the oak that feeds the fires.
Why Smitty’s Still Matters
Lockhart’s barbecue landscape has changed over the years, but Smitty’s holds its ground as one of the core stops on what people call the Lockhart BBQ Trail — a lineup that includes Kreuz Market, Black’s BBQ, and other local institutions that keep the town worthy of its “Barbecue Capital” title.
Smitty’s isn’t trying to reinvent anything. The fires still burn in the old building on the square, the pits are still right there in your face, and the meat still hits butcher paper just like it has for generations.
That’s why I keep pointing my camera at it. In a state that’s constantly chasing the next big thing, Smitty’s Market is content to do what it’s always done: smoke meat, feed people, and let the walls slowly absorb another layer of history — one plate at a time.
If you’ve stood in that hallway, I hope the photographs bring you right back. And if you haven’t made it to Lockhart yet, consider this your nudge to go stand in the smoke for yourself.
Ribs smoking over the open brick pits — heat, oak, and patience doing their work.
The back room at Smitty’s — decades of tools, textures, and smoke layered into the walls.
If these photographs made you smell the smoke, take one home.
Prints and licensing inquiries are welcome — get in touch and I’ll help you find the right piece for your space or project.
Briskets deep in the cook — bark forming, fat rendering, smoke wrapping around every surface.
Checking the links inside the smokehouse — one of the daily rituals behind Smitty’s iconic flavor.
Part of a larger project
For years now I’ve been obsessed not only with BBQ, but photographing passionate people at work. So these photographs of Smitty’s are part of a larger body of work, documenting BBQ pitmasters, craftsmen, artists, etc.