I’ve been watching the place for a long time, waiting for the abandonment to hit the critical, photo-worthy point. And it’s nearly there…

The day I visited I noticed how those letters were cut from sheets of plywood. And then I realized that the wood grain is going in different directions on the letters and now I can’t un-see that part of it. (That’s a weird relic in my brain left over from when I was learning – unsuccessfully – to sew. Nice that I still remember to lay a pattern the same direction on the grain of the fabric and how hilarious that one thing still hangs around to influence random photographs.)

Slaton, Texas

photographed 8.7.2025