Monthly Archives: June 2016
Maybe you know how it is – how that plain metal building and that basketball goal are so plain, so every-day, that you hardly notice them. Until that one day, when the sun’s right and the photographer’s mood is, too, and it is suddenly something that’s almost otherworldly.
That’s what happened here.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
My Patient Spouse said, “There are some great storm clouds south of town. Let’s drive out that way so you can take some photos.”
He was right – the clouds were very nice. But I turned my back to them (literally) because I saw this sign. You’d think he’d be used to that sort of behavior by now!
Those too-short curtains reminded me of my high school days, standing on the beige ottoman in the den while my mother pinned the hems in my dresses. It was the 1970s, so of course she never pinned them short enough to suit me. But I was resourceful, and predictably devious, and would always offer to sew the hems. At that point, it was just a matter of moving the pins up a inch* before I started sewing.