Monthly Archives: November 2019
Where have all the (funeral) flowers gone?
In case you were wondering what happens to funeral flowers later, after the funeral’s over, I can tell you that I found a dumpster full of them in the back part of a local cemetery. And as I composed the shot, I caught a whiff of the sticky sweet smell that’s distinct to dying blossoms.
City of Lubbock Cemetery
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 11.16.2019
Mange
And here’s this thing out at the cemetery. It’s not, probably, a head stone. But other than that extremely valuable tip, I’ve got nothing other than to point out that the paint was peeling nicely off the metal bits.
City of Lubbock Cemetery
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 11.16.2019
Chris: RIP
There is definitely a story here. It’s just that I don’t know what it is.
And, really, even without Chris RIP on the wall, the very name of the place – Boss Office Bar – is a story, too.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 11.16.2019
…and it begins
It’s only been fourteen years since we bought this land out in the country and started designing a house. The house went through a lot of designs before we settled on one. And twice before now we got all the way to getting prices. And three years ago we nearly ditched the whole idea. But anyway, there’s no turning back now.
The contractor says it’ll take three months, but just to keep what sanity I currently posess, I’m preparing myself for this to take seven or eight months. But don’t worry – I’ll be sure and keep you all posted on the progress.
Yellowhouse Canyon
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 11.15.2019
The Blessing
One time, when a winter storm closed the roads, we spent Christmas night sleeping* in the basement of the Methodist church in Post, Texas. It was not nearly the spiritual experience one might anticipate, even with the heavy symbolism of taking refuge and etc.
And, then last Christmas Eve, I explored the Catholic church in Marathon, Texas, where I suppose a Mass was held later that night. This time it was just me and the little Pope there on the windowsill. Neither of us snored.
St. Mary Catholic Church
Marathon, Texas
photographed 12.24.2018
*Sort-of sleeping, I guess. Many, many people snore, as it turns out. And church basement floors are very cold.
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