Monthly Archives: August 2018
Chair + Highchair
Please let me know if you’ve been looking for a high chair, a regular chair, a crib mattress, and/or a mirror. I think I may be able to help.
Also: this stuff is FREE.
Levelland, Texas
photographed 8.12.2018
Half Dead
Most days I take the back way to work, which means about a 20-mile drive on a two-lane farm road. I look at this tree every day, and have been a little sad this summer to see that most of the tree’s branches are dead.
The other morning, I pulled the car out of the garage, noticed interesting clouds in the west (the way I’d shortly be heading), and went back inside for the camera. And this is what I saw when I got to the tree.
Mallard Road and FM 1485
Hockley County, Texas
photographed 8.10.2018
Food Prep Line
A food prep line, a tangle of cables, and a soda machine: the empty restaurant.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.5.2018
Wheel Stop Ballet
Maybe someone in Lubbock remembers how long the Grandy’s restaurant has been closed, but until I get a firm date, I’ll just say that is’s been closed nearly forever. A new place is (finally!) getting ready to move in there, so I took advantage of its still-abandoned look and made a few images.
Who knows how these wheel stops got all out of line. Perhaps those weeds are stronger than they look?
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.5.2018
Haircut
I never had a haircut until I was seven years old*. I wore braids, long ones, that my mom braided every morning. I can remember begging her to let me wear my hair down, but in a early run at Worst Mom Ever certification**, she always said no. Then, for reasons that I am not sure I ever even knew, one day she took me to this very beauty shop. We left with my braids in a bag***, and my hair cut into a short bob. Of course, then I wanted a super-short pixie cut, but she vetoed that as well****.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.5.2018
*My mom trimmed my bangs by getting them very wet, plastering them down hard against my forehead, and cutting them straight (mostly) across. This method failed to take into account a cowlick right there in front, so when they dried, my bangs were on the…innovative…side.
**Of course she wasn’t really the Worst Mom Ever, but try telling that to adolescent me.
***Yeah, so we left with the braids. I don’t know what happened to them after that.
****Again, not the Worst Mom Ever, despite my strong feelings at the time.
One Day | One Image 