Driving through

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I was bored the other Sunday afternoon, sort of not feeling the photography to the extent that I like (and need, honestly, to keep up with a daily blog). So I did what any reasonable in-a-funk photographer would do. I drove down to Tahoka; I had high hopes. After all, Tahoka is the home of the famed prairie aster known as the Tahoka daisy. And I took this photograph there. And, it’s part of my family’s inside joke – when my Uncle Dan was leaving Lubbock to head south to his ranch, about a five hour drive away, he’d phone up and let us know that he was leaving and, he always said, he’d “drive through to Tahoka” the first day of the trip. (Tahoka’s thirty minutes from here.) I can’t even think about going there without remembering Uncle Dan.

So, anyway, I drove through to Tahoka. It was one of the first cool days of fall, and the sky was perfectly blue. And you know what a perfectly blue sky becomes when the photograph is black and white….

Tahoka, Texas
photographed 10.6.2013

Posted on October 10, 2013, in architecture, Photography and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. I guess you’re out of the funk now.

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  2. Panacea – take more photos! It does work, doesn’t it?

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  3. Yes, I like the inky black sky! Oh God, I’m going to hell!!!

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  4. I think you could rotate this photo 180 to good effect. Maybe. Turning my head looking at the screen is giving me a neck ache so I can’t quite be sure. Very nice shadow. The sky is so dense that you have to worry about getting sucked into it, with all the missing light. Maybe that is why it always took your Uncle Dan a day to get this far down the road – it was the getting out of the black hole that took time?

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    • (Check your email. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.)

      That sky was pretty dense that day – just the way I like my skies to be. There’s no telling why it took Uncle Dan so long to get to Tahoka, but a dense sky is probably as good a theory as anything. (He married into the family, and it was a large group; to save time, he just called everyone “Henry.” That’s the kind of man he was….)

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