Old typewriters have been slipping into my photo essays for years. They never had anything to do with what I was writing about, yet there they were…..like random dreams of old boyfriends my father didn’t like; too old for me or that wouldn’t fit well with my long term plans. Both getting my attention at the time, for whatever reason, whether they were my “type” or not. Here are a few oldies from The Print Museum in Houston, Texas, the New Dungeness Lighthouse in Sequim, Washington, and an old hotel in Birmingham, Alabama. Something about their old, steampunk style was “striking.”