Monthly Archives: January 2020
A little bit of overnight snow made Saturday morning look a lot different than the morning before. But by the middle of the day, the snow was gone.
Which reminds me, when we were in Minnesota last fall the main topic of conversation among the locals was Winter. (They capitalized it when they spoke the word. I could tell.) One man told us that a few winters ago there was “too much snow” to use a snowmobile. There’s almost nothing in that sentence that makes any kind of sense to me.
Sadly, this lovely bit of snow turned tragic: about the same time I was making this image, a driver lost control of her vehicle and ran into a group of first responders who were on the scene of earlier accidents. Two of the first responders were killed and the other one is still hospitalized. The first funeral is today; our whole city is in shock over what happened. That doesn’t have anything to do with this photo, but it’s been on my mind this week.
Lubbock County, Texas
Here are some trash receptacles. And the Mobeetie City Hall. There’s a sign taped to the door at City Hall, giving a short list of contact numbers. You can reach the Bill Umsted, the city manager, or Bobbie Walker, the mayor. But if you need to reach offices of the City of Mobeetie, you’ll get an answering machine. That’s what the sign says.
I made this image through the dirty basement window of the Methodist church. I like shooting like this, because almost all the time the interiors are so dark that I don’t even know what will be in the image.
This was no different and it wasn’t until I downloaded my images that I found out that battered binder was marked “God in our lives. Symbolism.” With a hammer beside it. Who says the Universe doesn’t have a sense of humor?
In other news, I am very happy to announce that a series of my images were used by Texas musician Terri Hendrix in the music video for her song “Grieve.” Terri and I have talked for many years about maybe someday doing a project together, and the Universe just now decided this was the right time for it to happen. You can see/hear our project right here. I hope you like it, and I hope you’ll support Terri’s music.
I’ve only been to Mobeetie a couple of times. The time before this was about thirty years ago when I went with my parents for some kind of an important church event (An anniversary of some sort? I can’t remember any more.) and this trip last month. Both visits were on cold days, with low clouds and mist and drizzle. I am having a hard time even imagining this town with sunshine and leaves on trees – it’s lodged in my mind as a gray place, and a summer trip there may not even make that image evaporate.
Most of the churches were built like this, with a sort of half-basement and a sanctuary up a set of stairs. According to the historical marker in front of the church, the Methodists “built the basement” in 1930 and began holding services there. In 1947, the sanctuary was added above it.
Today, according to that same marker, “the church continues to serve as an area spiritual center.” The United Methodist Church’s handy find-a-church tool indicates that the church has 36 members and a pastor named Claude Early. But then again, none of the buttons on the site to learn about worship, ministry, staff, or additional information return any information at all. This leads me to the conclusion that is either a currently-active church or it is not. But I’ll just go ahead and accept that is a spiritual center.