(Everything but) the kitchen sink
Parts of Marfa are all artsy and so forth, with foundations and public radio and famous food trucks and quirky lodging.
But then, on the other side of town, it’s sort of a different story, with old adobe houses slowly melting away. This place was cleaned out, with only the kitchen sink remaining behind to oversee the house’s death.
Marfa, Texas
photographed 8.16.2014
Posted on August 5, 2014, in Photography and tagged 365 photo project, abandoned buildings, black and white photography, chianti foundation, el cosmico, food shark, marfa public radio, marfa texas, melinda green harvey, monochrome, one day one image, photo a day, photography, texas. Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.
One Day | One Image 
Really nice shot! I like the leaning fence post and wires. The sink is a brilliant detail!
LikeLike
Thanks. Without the sink, it would have been just another melting adobe house.
LikeLike
Marfa is on my list of places to visit. Maybe next year – we may end up in San Antonio for an art show. Of course, Marfa’s 400 miles away, but if I’m willing to drive to San Antonio from Denver, what’s a few hundred extra miles?
LikeLike
John – 400 miles isn’t very far out of the way, by Texas standards! I hope you can make it to Marfa, which you can tell by looking at my blog is a place I love to shoot! (Also, if this journey brings you to Lubbock, please stop in and say hello!)
LikeLike
My imagination is probably overwrought, but in the window I see a stretched out puppet – similar to the European ‘Pulcinella’ (a male puppet like Punch and Judy) … maybe trying to escape ?
LikeLike
Vera – I don’t know how I missed THAT, but now I can’t not see it!
LikeLike
Crumbling into poetry… I too see a strange life form stretching across the window.
LikeLike
Karen, “crumbling into poetry” is the loveliest phrase I’ve read in a long time!
LikeLike
Why is that window so low to the ground?
I also see some kind of distorted (human) form through the window above the sink. Lucky you got out alive. 🙂
LikeLike
I didn’t notice that form when I took the photo – I guess I was too busy looking at the sink. I am lucky to have escaped.
Maybe the window was low to permit easy passage of Distorted Human Forms? In that case, I was VERY lucky to have escaped!
LikeLike
Lots to like here. For me, the hand-made bricks are wonderful with all the irregularity. It looks like more than one person was making them, or maybe the same guy on different days, including a few with hangovers. I can imagine hard hands at work. Also, they remind me of Roman bricks I excavated in London(inium).
LikeLike
I have a fondness for adobe bricks (which is what these are). The sizes do vary a lot, for many reasons. Including (probably) hangovers. And, because they are made mostly from mud and straw, they just melt away when the protective plaster coat over them is gone. That’s what’s happening with this old place. You can see remains of the plaster around the window opening, which is made from wood and the plaster hangs on to it better than it does to the adobes.
LikeLike