Monthly Archives: November 2013
Boots, buildings, and why one reminded me of the other
I realize that maybe my mind operates in a slightly more random way than might be considered normal.
That’s why this building reminded me of ostrich skin boots.
Saint Petersburg, Florida
photographed 10.28.2013
It was an early dinner
It wasn’t that I was stalking this couple or anything like that. It’s just that I happened to notice their leaving a restaurant and walking back toward the hotel. And I happened to step off the sidewalk long enough to let them pass. And I happened to take a picture.
And I happened to notice they were through with dinner at 5:30 pm.
Also, I happened to notice her harem pants and his natty hat.
Saint Petersburg, Florida
photographed 10.28.2013
Synonymous
Rectangles:
A plethora.
A glut.
An excess.
A surfeit.
A profusion.
An overabundance.
A surplus.
Tahoka, Texas
photographed 10.6.2013
by the gifts of the citizens
About five or six times a year, I head over to Crosbyton, Texas, for a meeting. About four or five times a year, I somehow overlook grabbing my camera before I leave. This time, though, not only did I have my camera, but I got to town a little early and had time to circle the block to get this shot.
I’d say it’s been a while since the citizens of Crosbyton donated “gifts” that resulted in this mural.
It’s also been a while since there was passenger train service in Crosbyton, so the depot depicted here (I guess) represents the artist’s nostalgia over bygone days when one could catch a train to…somewhere. The Texas Historical Society has this to say about trains, “On April 10, 1911, the first train left on the Crosbyton-South Plains Railroad.” No word on where it was going, if it ever came back, if there were any subsequent departures.
Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 10.21.2013
Not at all helpful, 2
Continuing with the theme from yesterday, here’s another sign that is not especially useful. But at least it’s lit at night.
Wait – actually, it’s NOT lit at night: that light’s too low to help the sign out. Disregard.
Here’s a pair of signs that are just as helpful, over on the blog Objects Gross & the Unseen Soul.
Colorado City, Texas
photographed 3.13.2013
One Day | One Image 