Although I really do want to believe the sign that promises complete motor service, I sort of doubt it.
But I didn’t need my car repaired when I was in town. And I was looking around for things to photograph, so it all worked out. My favorite thing here is that grain on the piece of plywood that’s covering (I am guessing) a window.
The streets are wide enough so trucks have an easy time backing up, and pulling away from, loading docks.
It makes me think of the Talking Heads:
Maybe you wonder where you are
I don’t care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there…take you there
We’re on a road to nowhere
1. On days like this one, the wind is strong, picking up dirt and flinging it skyward. The horizons blur with airborne particulates, the light takes on the same tint as the dirt, tumbleweeds stream across roadways only to be caught up in fencing. In the worst of these dust storms, cars on the highway have to use headlights and traffic slows down because it’s impossible to see very far ahead. The wind’s howl covers all other sounds save the sounds of a piece of sheet metal being ripped from its moorings or the crack of a tree limb.
2. Certain things are disappearing from the Plains. Like people. Like where they lived. Like water. Like dreams. But the wind always remains.
NW Lubbock County, Texas
Remember the ice plant? Were you wondering what the inside of it looked like?
Well, here it is – at least the part of it that I could shoot through the one window that was low enough to see through. Of course, now that you can see the machinery, I am sure that you understand perfectly the process involved in making ice. Right?