Monthly Archives: June 2014
The sky’s the thing
We were looking for something. It wasn’t down this road: at the point where we ran out of pavement and huge puddles took over, it seemed like a good place to turn around. Which put me on the correct side of the car to see these clouds.
Cochran County, Texas
photographed 5.24.2014
Eventual destruction
There’s the kind of destruction that sweeps down from a cloud – a tornado or wind or hail or lightning. It’s here, then it’s gone.
And then there’s the kind that happens incrementally, so slowly that you don’t even notice it until it’s probably too late to do anything about it.
Mineral Wells, Texas
photographed 8.15.2010
The sign will guide us
If you’re like me, it’s hard to see a 100 mile round trip for a 30 minute meeting as a waste of time. The way I see it, it’s kind of nice, actually, that the meeting was short enough so that there was plenty of photography time left over before I had to head back.
That’s what happened the day I took this one. My meeting with the county judge* was short so I was able to see the town, including this old sign, past its prime but still standing, proudly and vacantly.
Floydada, Texas
photographed 3.9.2012
*A few days after I wrote this I realized that it sounded like I was meeting with the judge to get out of a speeding ticket or to post bail or something like that. It was actually a meeting for work – the judge is on our board of directors. I am sticking with that story.
Leaving may be the best option
I don’t know. It seemed like an OK place to me. It’s not like I spent a bunch of time there chatting up the residents or anything – I was mostly just taking pictures. It seems like the highway signs are pretty anxious for travelers to just keep moving along, though.
Maybe I was lucky to escape.
Tatum, New Mexico
photographed 5.12.2014
East Side 13
Well, there were a lot of things to like in THIS place. That mysterious East Side 13 message on the door, the big wooden spools stored inside, the way that board is cut on each end to have the proper angle, the promise of escape way in the back.
The dogs across the street weren’t too happy that I stopped and looked around, but here’s the deal: they were inside a fenced yard and I wasn’t. We agreed to disagree about my being there, and eventually I left.
Spur’s not a big place – 1200 people, 1.6 square miles. I like it. You’ve seen it before, here on the blog (My favorite building and For safekeeping).
The folks I know in Spur are mighty friendly, so if you’re in the area, stop in and say hello.
Spur, Texas
photographed 3.26.2014
One Day | One Image 