Monthly Archives: February 2015
The fact of being curved
Industrial architecture used to be lot curvier than it is now, don’t you think?
Tatum, New Mexico
photographed 5.11.2014
Fence does its job
That fence over there on the right side of the house is hard at work, keeping things in. Or out.
Either way, kudos to the fence for a job well done!
Tatum, New Mexico
photographed 5.11.2014
Abandoned, 1941
One of my co-workers tipped me off about this place. (You can read that story here.)
According to the Texas Historical Society, this school was closed in 1941, when the district merged with one in a bigger town. Obviously the place was well-constructed, since it’s lasted three quarters of a century without use or upkeep. From the looks of it, though, I’d guess it won’t be long now before it’s just a pile of brick.
Tokio, Texas
photographed 5.11.2014
Someone Waits
I don’t have the slightest recollection of a person standing outside the window when I made this image, and am not sure I believe there was, despite strong photographic evidence to the contrary.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 8.16.2013
Living the dream
Ahhh…Far West Texas.
When I was six, my family went on our first camping trip. We stayed at the Davis Mountains State Park, way out in West Texas; I don’t remember too much about the trip other than sleeping in the tent and my dad and I climbing way up the hill across from our campsite to what we called the Resting Rock, where we could look down on my mom and sister, made tiny by the great distance.
Later on, in high school, I was part of a group that went to Big Bend National Park every year at spring break and one year we spent the night in the state park at the Davis Mountains. I remember that the leaves were falling from the live oak trees, which was the first time I knew they lost their leaves in the spring. I didn’t see the Resting Rock.
And, still later, I started taking myself on kind-of-annual trips to that part of the state. I camped a couple of times, stayed at the lodge at the state park a few more, and stayed in Alpine and Marathon, too.
It’s my favorite part of Texas. I feel good there.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 1.19.2013
PS – Of course, the Resting Rock was probably about ten feet up the hill, but I was six. And I lived where it was flat, so any sort of uphill climb was probably quite a challenge.
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