Monthly Archives: January 2018
Fancy Ketchup
After a trip to Nebraska, my friend Andy wrote the first two lines of a poem about the state:
God bless Nebraska, where everyone is nice.
God bless Nebraska, where ketchup is a spice.
What I don’t know is if Nebraska has actual Fancy Ketchup, the way this recently-departed Dairy Queen did.
Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 12.20.2017
Thank You, Thank You
It’s easy to lament, the way I did yesterday, the loss of a local institution. However, I can say with absolute certainty that I wouldn’t have stopped to make photos of a still-in-business Dairy Queen. So there’s that.
Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 12.20.2017
Thirst
It is nearly impossible to imagine rural Texas towns without a Dairy Queen. They’ve been the place where the old guys meet for coffee to discuss whatever it is old guys discuss. And where teenagers hang out on the weekends. And where local kids can get a job. It was the title of novelist Larry McMurty’s memoir. They were convenient bathroom stops on my long drive between home and college. They’ve been profiled in big-city newspapers.
And now, they’re leaving us. This one closed as part of a bankruptcy, the parent company citing low oil prices and Hurricane Harvey has having dealt blows that were unrecoverable.
It’s easy to think that rural Texas will never be the same…
out-of-business Dairy Queen
Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 12.20.2017
High & Dry
It’s hard to expect that boat, trapped behind barbed wire and weeds, will ever again see a body of water.
Roundup, Texas
photographed 12.17.2017
One Day | One Image 