It’s been a year since I stayed in San Antonio, Texas for more than a night and a day. So, when I went back home for a week and stayed with my mother in her new apartment, I did not know what to think of it. The last time I was in Texas, I insisted that I’d spend my time in Port Aransas rather than San Antonio because I knew of the changes in the latter. My mother divorced and sold the house; my sisters were living in Boston, Massachusetts and Mexico; two of my dogs passed and two were given away. Little to nothing remains of the life I had built in San Antonio. 

I did not run away to the beach this time. I had people to see and places to visit — I can no longer be isolated from this new version of San Antonio. I stayed in the downtown area, a place I knew very well. I had wonderful, strange experiences. I relaxed in a place I knew as an old friend that I had not seen in a long time. Photographing the city helped me dredge myself out of post-quarter artist block.

The whole year of 2018 has been a deja vu moment, it would be only fitting for me to go back home for a little bit. So, with only images, I want to share San Antonio. 

Photo by Marian Hill. Taco Cabana across the street. San Antonio, Texas 2018. 
Photo by Marian Hill. Mi Terra decor. San Antonio, Texas 2018. 
Photo by Marian Hill. Greg at the Esquire. San Antonio, Texas 2018. 
Photo by Marian Hill. Guards of the Alamo. San Antonio, Texas 2018. 
Photo by Marian Hill. Half-staff at the Alamo. San Antonio, Texas 2018. 
Photo by Marian Hill. Downtown carriage horse as a cheaper alternative. San Antonio, Texas 2018. 
Photo by Marian Hill. Three turtles and two ducks on the river. San Antonio, Texas 2018. 
Photo by Marian Hill. Pink car in front of the Palm. San Antonio, Texas 2018. 
Photo by Marian Hill. Fruit pickling jars at the airport. San Antonio, Texas 2018. 
Photo by Marian Hill. The face that greeted me back in Atlanta, Ga. San Antonio, Texas 2018.