Monthly Archives: October 2016
Track. And a field.
A view from the football stands, looking toward the practice field and track.
Ropesville, Texas
photographed 9.24.2016
Road may flood (but probably won’t)
Sure, this road may flood. Lots of things may happen. But most of them won’t.
(Update: the road did not flood. The weather forecast for the day I made this shot was for 0% chance of rain, and 100% chance for the next day. I am sure you’re not surprised to learn that it rained on the first day, and not the second. And that there wasn’t enough rain to flood anything. Even an entire roadway.)
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 9.24.2016
40 yard line IS the middle
Six-man football (or, in our local shorthand, just “six-man”) is a small town tradition for towns that are too little to field a regular football team. The fields are 80 yards long, anyone’s an eligible receiver, and the scores can be pretty high. (The night before my photographic visit, the Ropes Eagles lost to the Ira Bulldogs by a score of 54-8. Earlier in the month, they lost to the Nazareth Swifts by a score of 74-58.)
Ropesville, Texas
photographed 9.24.2016
It’s important to have a goal
It might be even be getting a basketball goal that includes a hoop and a net.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 9.23.2016
Grid + dumpsters
Sure, this looks like just a picture of a window grid and some trash dumpsters. It looks so much like that, in fact, that’s even what I titled this post.
But here’s something else: that building is the church my family went to when I was a kid. It felt funny to be back – sort of like I’d never been there before but also like I’d never even left. I saw the windows of my second grade Sunday school class (presided over by the formidable Mrs. Brenneman, whose husband died unexpected when I was in high school and my dad got the call during supper). I saw the lawn where the vacation Bible school kids played before they went inside to have snacks of sugar cookies and KoolAid. The fellowship hall porch where my new husband and I were pelted with birdseed (no rice allowed) after our wedding reception. The store where a kid named Morris would sneak away to during services, to buy candy with his collection plate money.
It was an odd little journey that I went on, for a few minutes the other evening.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 9.23.2016
One Day | One Image 