Going Swimming
It was a hot and dry day. The town’s swimming pool was open; from a block away I could hear those shrieks that are particular to kids playing in a pool. It seemed so summery and normal which made me think about going in to take pictures of the swimmers. (I know! I thought about photographing people. Must have been a bit of a heat stroke.) I didn’t go in, though, because that seemed creepy and intrusive, and because this woman and her family created a nice enough tableau as they paused to pay their admission fee that I didn’t need to go any further.
Menard, Texas
photographed 6.14.2020
Job Site
Here’s the interior of that church from yesterday. I am a bit infatuated with that diagonal wood over there on the wall, and especially like the placement of the boards, the way they just skirt the side of the window arch.
Menard, Texas
photographed 6.14.2020
Valiant Effort
Google’s map says this building is the Apostolic Sanctuary, but when I was there the sign was empty so I’m not sure whose sanctuary it is now. But there is a renovation project underway, which was nice to see, as this is a nice little building.
Menard, Texas
photographed 6.14.2020
House of Dusty Dreams
Someone tried. They really did. Their dreams were no match for reality, though.
This is a good time to mention that last week my co-worker gave me a book called Little Towns of Texas, an encyclopedia of – pay attention, because this part gets complicated – little towns of Texas. The book was published in 1982 and is a treasure of tiny facts about these little places. For example, here’s what the book has to say about Katemcy:
The first house built on the land that was to become the town plot of Katemcy was a picket building on the west bank of the creek by a man from Burnet, who had driven several hundred hogs from Burnet to eat pecans and acorns.
And so now you know. And you also probably know that there will be more quotes from this book as we go along.
Katemcy, Texas
photographed 6.14.2020
