Monthly Archives: March 2013
Slaton doors
A detail of this place, five months and one day later. Nothing had changed. But I felt better knowing that.
Slaton, Texas
photographed 2.16.2013
Geometry and the church
Circles. Arches. Rectangles. The building’s geometry is pretty well defined.
The parking lot operates on a different set of standards, and its parking-space geometry is broken by grass growing in the cracks of ignored asphalt.
First United Methodist Church
Levelland, Texas
photographed 2.23.2013
Drive up service offered
I don’t know why you’d need a drive-up window at an insurance office. If that’s an important feature for you, though, here it is.
But be careful: those three skinny poles holding up the canopy aren’t going to withstand much if you run into them and I am thinking that an insurance claim because the insurance office fell on your car might become complicated.
Levelland, Texas
photographed 2.23.2013
The smoking section
The flea market around the corner from my office has a smoking section. Right there on the sidewalk.
I’ve been wanting to photograph this for a while, but during the day the sidewalk is cluttered up with people, and you may have noticed that I don’t really have that many people in my shots (if “not that many” = “none”) so I went by there one night…and all the smokers were elsewhere.
Houston Street
Levelland, Texas
photographed 2.23.2013
Nuisances
I once had a job where it was not at all uncommon for the men to just be not there on Friday afternoons. Because they were playing golf.
As part of our run-up to raising hell about this practice my co-worker (let’s call her Lesli) and I decided that we should first take golf lessons. And, further, we decided to talk about our golf lessons all the time, in front of the boys’ club of golfers. That would, we reckoned, make our exclusion from the group even more noticeable, and even those self-absorbed idiots would figure it out and we could look forward to golfing on Fridays.
The part of the plan that we failed to account for was this: we didn’t really like those guys (I mentioned, didn’t I, that they were self-absorbed idiots?) and spending an afternoon on the course with them was far worse than spending an afternoon at work while they were golfing.
But, there’s this: Lesli decided that our personal goal for our golfing career should be to “suck consistently.” And I am proud to report that we are now able, through diligent practice, to achieve that goal.
There’s also this: neither of us still work at that place. We are much better off.
Abandoned Miniature Golf Course
Slaton, Texas
photographed 2.16.2013
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