My good friend Mark invited me out for a motorcycle ride one fine Spring day recently. We headed out down some backroads, well away from the gridlocked highways in Austin. A little town called Maxwell caught our attention on the map. Mark had driven through there before and remembered seeing some neat old buildings. I love photographing in old small towns so I was more than game. As is usual in these scattered little Texas towns, there wasn't a lot there. Unless you look closely and wander around - then the little details and oddities will appear as you explore the seemingly deserted urban landscape. A little cantina sat in the center of town and a few bottle and cans laying around were the only evidence of anyone being there in recent times. Maxwell was quiet and full of gritty detail as we wandered its empty streets. It was a perfect place to stop on a lazy day of riding a few meandering country roads.