Monthly Archives: March 2020
Stepping Up
When I was in urban planning school in New Orleans, I learned that in New Orleanian vernacular, houses built like this – one story in front and two in back – were called “camelback” houses. And they were built that way because property taxes were assessed based on the building’s height on the front property line.
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Santa Anna, Texas
photographed 2.17.2020
And there was light
The gentleman who was mowing the lawn across the street from the church was mightly interested in what I was doing. I guess they don’t get too many photographers wandering around town.
Anyway, I ducked out of his view, down a sidewalk, and was rewarded with the sight of the sun cutting through the old pressed glass windows.
First United Methodist Church
Santa Anna, Texas
photographed 2.17.2020
death was the…
I was counting on my Photoshop skills to help me ascertain what this marker was trying to tell me. But those skills totally let me down, and now we will never know how the sentence ended.
My apologies.
Pontotoc, Texas
photographed 2.16.2020
I am the way
On a day when my only plan was to drive around and look at stuff, a road sign that said “cemetery” with an arrow pointing down a dirt road was a siren call. Why, yes, I believe I will drive down and see what sort of cemetery Pontotoc might have!
And that’s how I found out that, in addition to headstones and stuff, there was a stone Bible verse right there on the way in.
Pontotoc, Texas
photographed 2.16.2020
Half-stopped
And here, in a single image, you can see the entirety of downtown Rochelle, Texas. And a little more than half of a stop sign. It was my kind of place.
Rochelle, Texas
photographed 2.16.2020
One Day | One Image 