I had to go to Crosbyton, Texas, for work (don’t be jealous*) the other day. I took my camera with me because that’s what I do. And on the way home, I spotted a roadside BBQ stand that seems to have fallen on hard times.
*I went to the county clerk’s office to post a meeting notice. It took three minutes (3:57 – 4:00). Then I headed on back. See? Nothing to be jealous about.
I was on the far side of a parking lot that was across the street from this house, taking this picture, when I spotted the wedding dress hanging on the porch.
I have certain rules that I follow when I shoot, and one of them is that I never want to make a photo that could be construed as making fun of someone living in poverty, or of someone whose sense of decorum is different than my own; that’s why you’ll almost never seen photos of run-down houses that are currently occupied and why you’ll never see photos of people living on the street. I don’t mean to be judgey about people who DO shoot those things – it’s just not my thing.. So, generally, places like this go undocumented with my camera. But, that wedding dress! Over there on the porch, set aside from the other, regular clothes on racks in the yard – I just couldn’t resist.
I really do like brick streets: they have more character than asphalt paving. Also, they provide some helpful leading lines in this shot of yet another abandoned gas station.
(Don’t worry if you’re driving through Olney and are low on fuel: there’s a Shell station over on the main road.)