I was driving home from a weekend trip, and this place flashed by on my left, which meant that I made one of those photographer’s u-turns to get back to it.
It’s spring and the snakes are waking up, so I carefully picked my way across the weeds, watching for slithering movement by my feet. A nearby bunny startled me, but I didn’t see any snakes. I didn’t see too much of the building, either, because of that barbed wire fence guarding the place.
Dodson Prairie, Texas
So, I concentrated on the top of the building, while my friend Ehpem was looking down lower. I guess between us, we had the place covered, photographically speaking.
(If you haven’t looked at Ehpem’s post, you really should. He got a creepy image at the theater.)
Los Angeles, California
Last year, an old house next to my office was being torn down. I got to go inside for a look around. Mostly, it looked like this.
The few clothes hanging in the closet were what got to me. They were so personal, and so alone.