Monthly Archives: July 2015
A certain foreboding
Broken windows – like black eyes on the face of the building – hint at a desolate future for this structure, this town, this region.
McAdoo, Texas
photographed 7.3.2015
From the darkness
The summer night cloaks the desolation. Mostly.
Matador, Texas
photographed 7.2.2015
Past and Future Do Not Meet
The school in McAdoo closed in 1985, when it merged with the school in Spur, 25 miles away.
The wind farm came in 2008. By then, of course, it was too late.
McAdoo, Texas
photographed 7.3.2015
Mrs. Wyatt F. Clements
Those little gravemarkers with lambs on top are sad – they mark the grave of a very young child.
But this one struck me as even sadder. Poor Mrs. Clements died without her own name, forever obscured by her husband’s.
Afton Cemetery
Afton, Texas
photographed 7.3.2015
For when the rains don’t come
So, we were driving along this farm to market road, when my spouse suddenly slowed down and made a u-turn. Those maneuvers are generally so I can make a photograph, but I hadn’t noticed anything particularly photogenic.
The reason for the u-turn was because he’d seen a big crescent wrench in the road and went back to get it. For highway-safety reasons, we will assume. Anyway, while we were doing that, I noticed this scene, and the way the weeds around the pump played off the clouds and the center-pivot irrigation system on the horizon. I’m glad for the wayward wrench.
FM 1471
Crosby County, Texas
photographed 7.3.2015
One Day | One Image 