Monthly Archives: May 2017
We were all left hanging
The place was there. And then it was gone. And we were all left hanging.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 4.25.2017
The tiny memorial
Maybe you knew that I got my photographic start by shooting roadside crosses (or other memorials). I did it for ten years, and became adept at spotting them. The last one I shot for the project was around 2006 or so, when it seemed like I done all the roadside cross work I wanted to do.
Sometimes, I still do shoot them, like last year when I did a post on the series of crosses between the town where I work and the city where I live.
So, while I do still notice them, I don’t notice them to the point of stopping.
Until this one. I’ve gone by this spot a hundred times and never saw it. And, in fact, might not have ever seen it but the Patient Spouse spotted it and took me out to see it. And even with him saying, “It’s right there. There. TO THE LEFT.” it still took me a while to see it.
Ransom Canyon, Texas
photographed 4.22.2017
By the light of day
The sun was at that awkward stage between shining almost right in my face and being low enough to drop behind the wall.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 4.22.2017
Crowbar, Bible, and Construction
The little crowbar (which I was told is actually a pry bar) is holding down a broken-spine Bible at this house renovation out in the country. From the looks of things, the only original parts of the house that are being salvaged are the walls and the floor.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 4.22.2017
Shadow Wall
The Patient Spouse, who also sometimes serves as a location scout, found this for me – a house out in the country that is being heavily renovated. The exterior walls were the only part of the house that wasn’t demolished. The afternoon sun, shining through the roofless place, made a nice shadow wall on the dirt.
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 4.22.2017
One Day | One Image 