Swimming Hole
I’ve been trying for a while to get the photo of this wading pool that I can see in my mind. This one wasn’t it. And neither was this one.
This one, though? It’s closer, but still not quite what I was after.
But it’s OK, as it gives me a completely plausible reason to return to this little remote oasis.
near Marathon, Texas
photographed 7.13.2018
Dried Beef
What luck to find a dead cow beside the train tracks, with a passing train thrown in for good measure! Although I am somewhat more lucky than the cow.
along US 90, near Marathon, Texas
photographed 7.14.2018
Things held sacred
You other photographers know exactly how this works: you’re driving along and see something (let’s say a wooden cross mounted on a fence in front of an abandoned house, to pick something at random), and you drive right by. Then, maybe a mile or two down the road, you start to think that maybe you should have stopped to photograph it. But you drive on for maybe another mile before you convince yourself that you need to get that shot. And then it takes a minute or two to get to a place where you can turn around, and then maybe you have to drive past it a little ways to find a place to make that second turn-around. And then, there you are. With the cross, just like you spotted it from the car, nicely framed between two different-height fence posts.
Just a normal-ish drive, right?
Ward County, Texas
photographed 7.15.2018
We came for the view
Yes, it was the view that drew us here. And that BBQ grill was just an added bonus. (Also, how about what’s left of the window screen, flapping in the breeze. It’s flapping like that because there’s not any glass in the window. Can you believe how fancy all this stuff is?)
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 7.8.2018
